PRISONER'S OF HIS DESIRE
But that wretched D'Angelo would no doubt be back by daybreak.
"I think I have an idea," Moana said at last, "Just straddle his hips, get his rod inside you, and then ride it. There will be pain until your maidenhead breaks, but then it should not hurt so much. Just imagine yourself riding a horse-, stop blushing, Mistress."
"I'm not."
Moana tried to hide a smile as she said, "You will likely adjust to his method as soon as you are seated. Just remember, his rod needs some kind of movement to give up its seed, and you must provide that movement if he can't."
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