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Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: Cherry[...] was neither flogged nor pinched, but stood behind, cooling my lord’s flayed bumbo with a fan and from time to time squeezing his balls.at bumbo, n.2
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: Cherry[...] was neither flogged nor pinched, but stood behind, cooling my lord’s flayed bumbo with a fan and from time to time squeezing his balls. Phoebe Kissagen 28: The duke having applied some
spittle to her beautiful brown bum hole, easily guided in his long thin prick.at bumhole, n.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: He licked her
nearly all over-her titties, her cunny, her dimpled
bum, arms, face.at cunny, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 39: What shall we do? said Chloe, shall we frig, or shall we gamahuche?at frig, v.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: Phoebe, says he, for a jolly good fuck, give me a girl with an arse of her own; none of your flimsy slips of girls.at fuck, n.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: Miss Cherry was in the act of horsing the lovely Frolic; while Merry, laughing all the time, rolled up her clothes to her shoulders, and prepared to hoist her feet.at horse, v.
Phoebe Kissagen 33: Now you are in a house full of
some of the finest young women in London, who I
can assure you are entirely at your command, free
of any charge.at house, n.1
Phoebe Kissagen 51: A young girl about fourteen suits me best, as I am not big hung.at hung, adj.
Phoebe Kissagen 33: You are more charming than ever, and I prefer
you to all the laced mutton you may have in the
house, damme!at laced mutton (n.) under laced, adj.
Phoebe Kissagen 46: [In] spite of her struggles, [he] got his hand up her clothes, and between her legs. Then he let out his magic wand, and put it in her hand.at magic wand (n.) under magic, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 47: Opening a little box of cold
cream, he carefully anointed his may-pole, and
also her lovely cleft.at maypole, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 34: I being laid on my back, he mounted me [...] Then Chloe, sitting on the head of the sofa, offered him her moss rose.at moss rose (n.) under moss, n.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: Then the children, laughing and pushing, seized hold of Mr Peaslin and popped him in.at Mr Peaslin (n.) under Mr, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 35: His prick was still stiff as ever, notwithstanding the spurting shower of love’s nectar, with which he had just refreshed my tulip.at nectar, n.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: He took the two little naked girls,
placed one astride his pego, while he gamahuched
the other.at pego, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 28: Suiting her actions to her words, she wriggled and plunged under his pricker, oh! you do make me spend!at prick, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 39: She, rolling her tongue first down one side of my slit and then down the other, then on the clitoris, then right inside, gave me joy inexpressible.at slit, n.
Phoebe Kissagen n.p.: [She] expanded wide her plump thighs, then seizing on his hard, red-headed staff, she guided the restive steed into the stable.at steed, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 34: Chloe, do you come also; your little quim shall have my tongue, while charming Phoebe takes the sugar stick.at sugar-stick, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 34: [He] let loose his great truncheon, and flung his arms round us both.at truncheon, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 35: His prick was still stiff as ever, notwithstanding the spurting shower of love’s nectar, with which he had just refreshed my tulip.at tulip, n.
Phoebe Kissagen 51: A girl with nice clear skin, pretty plump, and not much hair on her twat.at twat, n.
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