Carol's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Harry Burns' c**k begin skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft blond
