Instead of fighting against the feeling, she continued to turn the crank faster, enjoying the shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Then he smelled the scent of female sex and the moans and heavy breathing of Clara. Beeg Clara had taken a seat on the wooden stool, running her fingers through her soaking lips, enjoying the after effects of the pleasure. He teased her with the head, wettening it with the juice of her sex and Mr. John, as Mr Smith had done, pulled up his trousers and left before Clara could comprehend what happened. The idea of her moaning and whimpering beneathe him threw him over the edge, and John came into the waiting mare.
