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injured leg to unlock, he would rise off
her magnetizing nakedness.
    “Oh, si,” Orèlan breathed softly, with
awareness building in her sun-gold eyes. “You are so hard. Yes?
Just as when you spanked my bottom.”
    “I was not aroused then, woman,” he
denied harshly, in a strained and rumbling voice. “And if I could
manage to move my leg, I would be off you.”
    “Oh, my Wyndham, is your leg this bad?” she
asked, squirming beneath him, while groping her hand downward,
until . . . !
    Wyndham hissed a tight intaking of breath as
all his muscles locked, including the throbbing and rigid dick
between his thighs, vicariously dribbling small increments of his
seed. “That is not my leg, Orèlan,” he finished
hoarsely.
    “Oh, my Wyndham, of course I knew this,”
Orèlan hummed softly with treacherous innocence. “I may be the
virgin, my puma, but I know of a man’s . . .” Then, she whispered
hotly into his ear, “ Pene ,” while she fondled him through
the fabric of his pants as though testing his size and length.
    “You are playing with fire, Senorita,” he
hissed through his gritted teeth even as he rocked his hips,
spawning Orèlan to clasp the outline of his cock tighter. “Stroke
it,” he finished in a growling of denial and need combined.
    He was insane and he knew it. Orèlan was a
virgin, yet hardly innocent, as she played the tormenting and
sultry siren beneath him. Then his throbbing prick was loose from
his pants and gripped into her soft urgent hand.
    “ Hold it tighter, Spitfire,” he
whispered tightly, finding her bobbing breast with his mouth.
“Stroke it faster,” he finished on a rasp as his lips closed around
her turgid nipple.
    “Oh si, Wyndham,” Orèlan puffed breathlessly
as she felt Wyndham’s incredible masculine power sliding in the
tight grip of her hand. His thick organ was an unbendable rod of
male flesh. Sleek and hot skin surrounded the thickening mass
sliding over her palm as she stroked from the smooth satin head
down to the base, where the bottom siding of her hand grazed
against his warm male sacs.
    “Cup my balls, Spitfire,” Wyndham uttered
huskily, around the spiked protuberance of her nipple that he
nipped so thrillingly with his teeth. Each love bite to the tender
erection hit a nerve inside her that made her hips grind upward as
her hand stroked his pene more tightly. She was feverish again,
only this time her inner core ached deeply with each solid and
lengthily stroking of her hand over Wyndham’s thrusting male organ.
A ram of masculine muscle, flesh, and bone. She caressed his
swollen male sacs and milked his pene harder as her thighs
separated beneath her dark earthy yearnings.
    “ Dios , Wyndham,” she cried
passionately beneath the onslaught.
    “Orèlan,” he hissed with a clipped groan as
he held himself ridged on his forearms above her undulating body.
His head was hung down and his face was buried between her jiggling
breasts. She brought the head of his pene right into the lips of
her sex as she stroked the length of the thick column faster. She
did not know what she was doing, yet the tip of the head felt so
hot and exciting, playing over the place Wyndham had lick the
throbbing rapture from her with his naughty tongue.
    “ Oh hh dios, yes!” She rubbed the
fiery head deeper into the lips of her sex as instinct lifted her
knees upward.
    “ Yes,” Wyndham hissed, roughly
plucking her nipple with the edges of his nipping teeth. The action
sent a shock of raw pleasure into her sex as her head arched
sharply backward and then . . . Then she screamed!
    “ Damnation,” Wyndham swore gutturally.
His raging prick was buried to the hilt inside Orèlan’s crimped and
convulsing vagina. “Christ!” he uttered again explosively, trying
beyond human measures to remain rooted in place and impossibly
still, because Orèlan was weeping and clutching him frantically.
His muscles bulged and quivered as he willed his nearly
passion-blank mind back from