She started to move; her hips gyrated and her torso writhed; her arms twisted; her fingers dug into my back, clawing me, then her head moved to press her lips onto mine. This was passion; it was passion-personified and it may have been another first for Milly who was still, in this context, a virgin.
‘Whoosh!’ A spurt of jism left me and Milly felt it squirm its way up and along her vaginal-passage; not for the first time but for the first time she welcomed it; this was to be the first of many ejaculations, not all in that place, but, for the time-being, it was to be one of several before my focus was switched.
Now, you’re going to tell me this is ‘Old-Hat’, but there was reason in my madness; after spraying her womb, I withdrew and spun around into a ‘soixante-neuf’; Milly accepted me b
