Next, Grisham straddled Hank’s hips before guiding Hank’s cock into his backside. In ‘cowgirl’ fashion, Grisham now commenced riding Hank’s ...nob. It did take too long, given all the pleasure that had occurred thus far, before Grisham once more saw Hank’s chest begin to heave. In sync with what was happening; Grisham now began to tug on his own cock.Their timing was excellent and within seconds of one another, both men unloaded.Afterwards, they continued sitting in the lounge as they sipped one. Working on another cartridge, he heard themachine ding, a warning that it would momentarily spit out a bell. Anearly judgment, but as Tyr said, humans often proved creative, sometimescreatively evil. Yet, when he spun to catch the bell as it popped out,Snorri felt unprepared to find it a dull, flat black. A symbol reservedfor only the most naughty.Trembling, Snorri ran over to the never-before-used intercom and pushedthe button to speak. Not sparing time for pleasantries, he said, "TellSanta. They had opened this cinematic masterpiece with Bernice calling Elmer up. “Come give me some afternoon dick.”She’d said it with what she thought might be a Texas drawl. That had taken quite a few cuts. Between the giggling, and some pained looks from a few of the folks on set who were actually FROM Texas. The nice thing was, once the fucking started, she always had John’s dick in her while they waited for different poses. The Cheryl would have a jar coconut oil on hand to keep that pussy ready. Her blouse was sheer and showed off her perky little nipples way too much, and there were only two buttons on it. Both were right at her tits, and it was too small for her. The skimpy little skirt had slits up the front and back and both sides. Even the waist band had been cut. All the slits were held together with Velcro and Tracy knew one wrong move and she might just lose everything from the waist down. And if anyone wanted, they could easily pull her skirt and it would come apart.But right.