We drop back down to the low angle to watch that long cock slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy, cum dripping out around it – and hear all o... those wet, slurpy noises ... They are almost over-loud, our microphones picking up every little smick and smack as we hold on the action.Then it’s a close-up of her face, looking down, out of breath, mouth hanging open, perhaps some pain behind the eyes, but she’s clearly loving every second ... She raises her head to look off-camera.Then to a. His thoughts were submerged beneath a deluge of pornographic images. Full pouting red lips; eyes gleaming with lust; ripe, round breasts with perky erect nipples; glistening pink pussies--all calling out to him, hungry for him. George struggled to hold on as the torrent threatened to wash his mind away.Nicole came closer. Her soft lips brushed against his ear. "I can satisfy all of them, every last filthy one of them," she whispered in his ear.George shivered beneath her.She ran a claw lightly. I picked up a discarded sword (one of the soldier’s) and fought the nearest. He found himself totally outclassed, to my surprise (and perhaps his) and fell with the blade neatly through his neck. One soldier fell to his assailant, his arm nearly severed, and I threw my knife into his enemy’s face. The other soldier slew his enemy.Behind us, the cook was standing his ground against a man with a sword, armed with a soup ladle and the large carving knife. As we turned, the cook sliced and diced. I can feel my excitement building as I search for him amid the roaring hustle and bustle. Each step I take through the busy plaza reminds me that I am finally going to meet him face to face today. After six months of getting to know this man online our general chats about our lives, his in London and mine in Los Angeles quickly turned into something so much more! One night after sharing our sexual fantasies we decided that we would meet in New York for our six month anniversary and consummate.