George gazed at Fanny’s crotch her creamy thighs, the wisp of hair hinting at the promise beyond. XXNX . … Alice continued “He fancies you miss he can’t think straight, miss.”
“Alice” Fanny protested. “So my feet go here?” she sat in front of the machine. “Mmmm faster”
He opened the steam valve and eased the crank over the dead centre, and Hiiissss, Pock, Hiiiss, Pock, Hiss, Pock, Hiss Pock, it gathered speed,
The Vicar’s wife writhed in ecstasy, grabbing wildly at her bodice to release her pendulous tits which she kneaded and squeezed. “That lad’s a bloody genius, he will make a fortune, and you could not even show willing for a moment to snare him, bloody hell!”
She smiled, she could do better, Arthur, Lord Maplethorpe, he had truly beautiful manners, and a very acceptable Mansion over beyond Gribblesdyke moor.
