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I cannot describe it other than to
say that the Lati must have muscles inside their
e-tar-a, to be able to do what he did, which was to work
my penis in repeating ripples that milked it downwards
into his body. Was it conscious, or is that how Lati
made love? I didn't and don't know, but I know that it
was wonderful, better than any human mouth could have
done.
We sat perfectly still, face to face, kissing while
Lar's e-tar-a milked at my cock, the rippling effect
gradually growing stronger and stronger, the ripples
wider and thicker, milking me harder and faster with each
ripple.
I panted out, "Oh, Lar, that feels so good!"
"For me, too, Norton!" he gasped. "I want you to
feel the pleasure I feel. You are so big!" This isn't
true, exactly, in human terms I am average sized, but to
the smaller Lati, I was built bigger than their females.
Lati seemed to like it, though, and he grabbed me, the
talons on his hands, usually retracted, came out and sunk
into my back. I felt eight pinpricks that turned into
needle-jabs, and the pain added to my pleasure, and I
jerked, came
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