The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival

She then slowly carried it up the marble column and at last invaded the very sanctuary of love itself. In a few minutes she succumbed and the elixir of love poured down her white thighs. In the water, a girl was resting on her hands, her plump bubbies just kissing the stream, while behind her stood a man with her legs in his grasp, his staff of love deeply imbedded in her sensitive vagina. At last she stood with nothing on but her chemise.