Opus pistorum by Henry Miller

Author:Henry Miller
Language: it
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-08-12T07:15:19+00:00

When she puts John T. into her mouth again I know at once that he's going to be soft when he comes out. I push Alexandra's hair over her ears so that I can watch her face . . then I lock my ankles around her waist. It's not until then that Alexandra realizes that Johnny means business, and she doesn't care at all for having my dong go down before she had a feel of it under her ass ... . she tries to get away, and I have to hold her head and push it down until we come to an understanding about this matter. John Thursday finally settles it himself ... .

with his nose shoved almost into her throat he suddenly comes. Once that begins to happen, Alexandra gives up the battle and makes the most of the bargain. I feel that pints of jism are being sucked out of my cock, and Alexandra acts very much as though she were trying to suck my balls inside out. Her mouth gurgles like a straw at the bottom of the glass ... she's not content to swallow my jism ...

she wants to swallow my prick and me after it... . .

She's hotter than ever when she's exhausted me. She hops off the bed and has another spot of brandy, gets back on and tickles her fig by holding it against my bush. At last she throws herself back on the pillows, and laying her bonne-bouche within a couple of inches of my nose, she spreads her legs and starts playing with herself. She obviously expects something of me ... After spending several minutes in showing me how that part of her anatomy works, Alexandra sighs wistfully. There are times she tells me, when she does wish that the children weren't off in the country... If her Peter were here now he'd know what to do, he'd make her happy ... or even Tania ... Soft little Tania with her wicked mouth and quick tongue ... Yes, sometimes, although she knows she did right to send them out of Paris, she wishes they were back again.

Which makes it unanimous as far as the family are concerned. Tania and Peter, I know, would do almost anything to be back in Paris, even without the privilege of going to bed with their mother. It all seems pretty silly anyway ... I've never noticed that solitary confinement had any particularly moral effect on kids

...

Alexandra's hinted invitation is overlooked, and finally the cunt comes out and asks me directly ... will I suck her cunt? The answer is that I won't. I haven't any idea of when Canon Charenton was fiddling around Alexandra's abricot-fendu with his pontifical prick, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be argued into Peter's habits. To make her happy I do lick her thighs ... they taste of her cunt, and since a large part of Alexandra's happiness is in anticipation anyway, she's almost contented with that.

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