Hannah Greendale (Hello, Bookworm)

He didn't seem to realize his thing was showing. The lavender-pink penis reared up from its nest of black hair, balls wobbling beneath it.
How ugly it was, Kate thought.

Now she could feel his muscular nakedness and smell his desire.

"Ow, merde, sheet, ferk, dammit, bloody beech."

...he had stopped the car and roughly told Maxine to get out. There on the grass verge of the country road he made her wriggle out of her panties, then he threw the flimsy scrap of peach chiffon over the hedge, pulled Maxine into the backseat, put her over his knee and spanked her.

With silken cords he would bind the wrists of the more adventurous ones to the bedhead and then he would dip one golden hand—his skin wasn't very dark, just a permanent sun-bronzed tone—into the bowl of golden fish that always seemed to be at his bedside. Abdullah would quickly scoop out one little fish and swiftly push the wriggling creature into the girl. At this point, she generally stiffened and shrieked with surprise, but Abdullah threw his body on top of hers and held her hard against the mattress until she relaxed and was able to enjoy the strange erotic sensations as she felt the little fish move inside her warm body. As soon as the girl started to groan with pleasure, Abdullah would slide down her body and—with great dexterity—he would languorously suck out the goldfish.

His thrusts were slow and insistent until the moment when she gave the wild shriek of a gull as it soars to heaven...