So, on a certain occasion, old Doacon Jones drapped in his quarter without uttering the conventional pleading grunt, which remiss was noted by the preacher — the Deacon being a little off-minded, as his wife, had recently died, …
drapped
quarter
And kyng Arthur gaf her a ryche bee of gold and soo she departed
He tries not to tear his victim's stockings, or whip too close to her stretched vulva, which shivers, unprotected, between thighs agape and straining, amid movements of muscle erotic, subdued, “monumental” as any silver memory of her body on film.
Tom Moor was fond of gaming, and often lost large sums of money; finding his business neglected in his absence, he had a small hazard table set up in one corner of his dining-room, and invited a party of his friends to play at it. … [O]ne of them being a constant winner, the others would say, Damn it, how he nicks them.
Damn it, how he nicks them.
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