<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron wasn't sure which was hotter -- the image she painted, or the fact that she was definitely enjoying herself.  He'd always enjoyed his partner's pleasure, but it was more when it was his own sweet Gwen.  His fingers worked diligently at her clit, switching motions periodically so that it would be a constant stimulation, nothing she could get used to.  "I will not last much longer," he cautioned, feeling the truth of that as he sank deeply into her again, noted the quivering of her body around him.  "You are -- you are too perfect," he moaned, refusing to let himself climax until she had, or was close.  <br/>
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"You are always my perfect girl," he agreed, grinding deep into her.  It was almost too deep, he could feel his balls pinched between them -- hot and heavy, nearly ready to fill her with his seed.  "I should like to take you in your dressing room, then send you out to greet the court with my seed drying on your thighs -- so that every time you move, you are reminded of me between your legs.  I will smile at you from the dais, all perfectly presentable court manners -- but you and I will know that my cock was in you moments before, and I will fill your cunt again as soon as we are alone."</span></span>