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as a matter of fact.
    But
within moments, George took a step back. His lips didn’t leave mine, but it
seemed he was preoccupied with another matter, and it soon became clear to me
what that matter was. I heard the telltale sound of his belt being unbuckled
and sensed that he was fumbling with the opening of his trousers.
    At
last!
    Oh,
how I longed to behold George’s glorious unclothed body! He slowly drew his
lips away from me and I feasted my greedy eyes on his manhood, which was
emerging proudly from his trouser opening. Both the girth and the length were
remarkable, and I could hardly wait to have that glorious muscle inside of me.
    Naturally,
I had assumed that there would be a bit of a delay. I fully expected George to
take a moment or two to shed his clothing, but he evidently felt that there was
no time to spare.
    To
my surprise, and also to my delight, he proceeded to bend his knees ever so
slightly and then positioned the tip of his manhood up against the entrance of
my nether regions.
    And
then he was inside of me.
    I
gasped. Despite having seen the size of it with my own eyes, I wasn’t entirely
prepared for how it would feel to have such a massive member inside of me. I
closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of having the walls of my tunnel
stretched to their absolute limits.
    George
leaned down to give me a slow, sweet kiss on the lips. I opened my eyes and we
exchanged a smile before he proceeded to plunge in and out of me.
    Oh,
what a strange and exciting experience it was to be enjoying marital
relations—well, not marital relations—whilst standing erect! I would never have guessed such a thing
would even be possible if I hadn’t experienced it myself. And to be engaging in
such an act in the middle of the drawing room, no less. I felt delightfully
naughty as George pierced me again and again with his glorious manhood.
    After
a minute or so, George said, “I’ve got to adjust things a bit, Elsa. I’m afraid
this position is a bit hard on my knees.”
    “Oh,
dear,” I said, looking down.
    Indeed,
it seemed that George was having to maintain a sort of squat position as it
were.
    “Yes,
of course,” I said. “Make whatever changes you deem necessary.”
    He
grinned, and with that, he lifted me up by the waist and carried me over to one
of the sofas whilst the two of us were still attached by our nether regions. George
deposited me on the back of one of the sofas.
    “Hold
on tight,” he said.
    Dutifully,
I gripped the back of the sofa with both hands whilst he carried on plunging
inside of me. Being slightly elevated with my feet dangling off the back of the
sofa was just as novel a sensation as it was to be standing on the ground. Who
ever would have known that marital relations—all right, very well, relations —could occur anywhere and
not in a bed, exclusively?
    I
had barely become accustomed to the thrill of enjoying relations whilst
dangling off the back of the sofa before George wrapped his hands around my
waist and picked me up again.
    Whatever
now?
    I
gazed into his handsome face. His eyes were so deliciously, delightfully dark
that the sight of them derailed my thought process for a moment or two.
    By
the time I regained my senses, George had carried me over to a chair and had
taken a seat with me on his lap.
    What
in Heaven’s name was going on?
    “If
you would be so good as to draw your knees to your chest,” he said.
    Without
a moment’s hesitation, I did as he requested. And then George reached out to
circle me with his arms. I couldn’t possibly explain how he managed to
accomplish such a thing, but he proceeded to spin me round on his lap until I
was facing away from him. And he did so as his manhood was firmly wedged into
my nether regions.
    I
gasped with delight and wonder. What a strange and exciting sensation it was
for him to spin around whilst still inside of me.
    I
barely had a moment to absorb that experience when George got to his feet with grunt, the two of us