#242106 - Damn my eyes! exclaimed Curval as he withdrew his tongue from Augustine's gullet; that now signifies at least something; kissing this one makes me stiff. But what use did that wretched libertine design to make of both my breasts and my face? He had me lie down, entirely naked, upon a divan, straddled my chest, desposited his prick between my dugs, ordered me to squeeze them together as tightly as I was able, and after a brief career, the wicked fellow inundated them with fuck while expectorating at least twenty mouthfuls of thick spittle, all of which landed on my face. Well, grumbled Adelaide, in whose face the Duc had just been spitting, I fail to see any necessity for imitating that infamy.