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profrobert, classic erotica from Edith Wharton that's almost worthy of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
weepingcock.
A few choice excerpts after the cut, with a warning that it's possible what's being described is incest. (See the Jezebel link for more info.)
An instant more, and his tongue had left her fainting mouth and was twisting like a soft, pink snake about each breast in turn, passing from one to the other till his lips closed hard on the nipples, sucking them with a tender gluttony.
...
But she hardly heard him, for the old swooning sweetness was creeping over her. As his hand stole higher, she felt the secret bud of her body swelling, yearning, quivering hotly to burst into bloom.
...
Instantly, one of her hands was caught, and while Mr. Palmato-rising, bent over her, his lips on hers again-she felt his firm fingers pressing into her hand that strong, fiery muscle that they used, in their old joke, to call his third hand.
"My little girl," he breathed, sinking down beside her, his muscular trunk bare, and the third hand quivering and thrusting upward between them, a drop of moisture pearling at its tip.
profrobert, classic erotica from Edith Wharton that's almost worthy of weepingcock.A few choice excerpts after the cut, with a warning that it's possible what's being described is incest. (See the Jezebel link for more info.)
An instant more, and his tongue had left her fainting mouth and was twisting like a soft, pink snake about each breast in turn, passing from one to the other till his lips closed hard on the nipples, sucking them with a tender gluttony.
...
But she hardly heard him, for the old swooning sweetness was creeping over her. As his hand stole higher, she felt the secret bud of her body swelling, yearning, quivering hotly to burst into bloom.
...
Instantly, one of her hands was caught, and while Mr. Palmato-rising, bent over her, his lips on hers again-she felt his firm fingers pressing into her hand that strong, fiery muscle that they used, in their old joke, to call his third hand.
"My little girl," he breathed, sinking down beside her, his muscular trunk bare, and the third hand quivering and thrusting upward between them, a drop of moisture pearling at its tip.