A fleeting shaft of moonlight illuminated Cadillac's glistening body as he entered the hut on all fours and slid between the furs.

It should have hurt, but such was the lust he'd built in me that the shafts slid in smoothly under his strength.

The shaft slid clear with a horrible sucking sound and she gave a yelp of terror.

Up and up his wonderful shaft slid into me, never-ending.

The shafts slid outward.

The shafts slid smoothly and silently out of their slots.

I let him come in under my guard, and the shaft slid along my side as if he was trying to wipe it clean on my shirt.

The shafts slid home until the metal ball rested firmly between her thighs, so heavy it held them deep inside by virtue of its weight.