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| 9 | 103 | But Hilda the Haughty was a View more quotes about superb">superb piece of female flesh. |
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| 9 | 100 | Olga held one arm, Pretty Ankles the other. |
| 9 | 101 | "Gunnhild is better," said Pouting Lips. |
| 9 | 102 | It was true. |
| 9 | 103 | But Hilda the Haughty was a superb piece of female flesh. |
| 9 | 104 | In almost any market she would surely have drawn a high price. |
| 9 | 105 | She struggled, held. |
| 9 | 106 | She had a fair throat, good shoulders; she was marvelously breasted; her waist was such that one could get his hands on it well; she might have been a bit broad in the beam but I had no objection to this; in the north it is called the love cradle; it was well adapted to cushion the shocks of an oarsman's pleasure; in the south she would have been said to be sweetly hipped; if the Forkbeard wished to breed her she would bear healthy, strong young to his thralls, enriching his farm; her thighs, too, were lovely, and her calves; her ankles, while not thick, as Pretty Ankles had asserted, were heavier than those of Thyri, or Pretty Ankles herself; Hilda was, of course, a somewhat larger girl; she was probably some five years older than Pretty Ankles, and a year or so older than Thyri; Gunnhild was larger than Hilda; she was also, I expected, about a year or two older. |