Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 173 | She View more quotes about thrust">thrust her lips greedily to the back of his left hand, biting at the hair there. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 170 | "Pouting Lips has been in agony awaiting the return of her Jarl," she whimpered. |
| 6 | 171 | The Forkbeard shook her head with his great hand. |
| 6 | 172 | "What of Olga?" whined another wench, sweet and strapping, black-haired; "Do not forget Pretty Ankles, my Jarl," said another wench, a delicious little thing, perhaps not more than sixteen. |
| 6 | 173 | She thrust her lips greedily to the back of his left hand, biting at the hair there. |
| 6 | 174 | "Away you wenches!" laughed Ottar. |
| 6 | 175 | "The Forkbeard has new prizes, fresher meat to chew!" Gunnhild, angrily, with two hands, jerked her kirtle to her waist, and stood straight, proudly before the Forkbeard, her breasts, which were marvelous, thrust forward. |
| 6 | 176 | How magnificent she seemed, the heavy black iron at her throat, riveted. |
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"Pouting Lips has been in agony awaiting the return of her Jarl," she whimpered.
The Forkbeard shook her head with his great hand.
"What of Olga?" whined another wench, sweet and strapping, black-haired; "Do not forget Pretty Ankles, my Jarl," said another wench, a delicious little thing, perhaps not more than sixteen.
She thrust her lips greedily to the back of his left hand, biting at the hair there.
"Away you wenches!" laughed Ottar.
"The Forkbeard has new prizes, fresher meat to chew!" Gunnhild, angrily, with two hands, jerked her kirtle to her waist, and stood straight, proudly before the Forkbeard, her breasts, which were marvelous, thrust forward.
How magnificent she seemed, the heavy black iron at her throat, riveted.
- (Marauders of Gor)