And yet afterward, the selfless pleasure of his mindless, groaning surrender—clinging helplessly to her hips as he groveled facedown between her splayed white thighs, sunk dreamily in slippery wet fur, with cool tangles of strangers’ sperm welling up insistently into his slavering mouth...Like an animal he had feasted, snorting and splashing in c*m, swallowing again and again and again. God, he had done it once, and now that he had tasted the forbidden joys of this impossible surrender, surely he would do it again, would he not? Yes, he answered himself immediately with a comfortable little shiver—surely he would, happily. There was no denying it. And yet to have all the things he had done last night in the heat of his desperate passion spelled out now on paper so coolly and matter-of-fact
