<strong><em>"Zara.."</em></strong><br/><br/>Flashman whispered, chanting her name hotly against her ear as his finger wriggled its way against her tongue, pumping it against her lips with a suggestive rhythm when they enveloped over her lips even as her hips bounced atop his shaft like a succubus possessed. Their voices rose and waned together with their mingling moans and sighs, feeling himself about to get wrung and milked dry with the way her velvety cunt was spasming around his girth.<br/><br/>Ahh, for him to ride the crest of the waves of her bliss, as he clung on to her body like a bit of flotsam, using his free hand to clutch desperately at her breast and fingernails burying themselves into the ghastly burn mark above it. Her desperate, gleeful cries were music to his ears, just as sweet as the manner she played the piano before they were introduced. Images of their twining flesh flashed through his mind involuntarily as the Colonel gave himself in to his desires then, taking his turn to arch his back and have their bodies join together in release when his fluid ecstasy gushed within her once more as the shaft shuddered away within the whore.<br/><br/>The bedsheets were thoroughly damp; whether it was from their mingled sweat or passion, none could tell. And neither did Flashman care. All that mattered was the sighing, perhaps satisfied whore that was still pumping herself against his cock. He put a stop to that when his thick, sinewy arms clasped around her hips to settle her down. It was a benediction of its own with the way their lips melded together briefly, eyes wide open and staring down upon her hazel orbs.<br/><br/>"Well done, Zara.. my sweet.<em>Very</em>well done."