Summary

The Mate's Song

“ Refuse what most they're wanting;
Since we for fucking were designed,
We surely should be granting.
So when your lover feels your cunt,
Do not be coy, nor grieve him;
But spread your thighs and heave your front,
For fucking is like heaven.
”
Source: Wikisource

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