.. fucking... you... " We both knew I was not going to stop, and she did not want to stop. Her legs had wrapped around my waist and were urging me on ...ith each stroke. I released her arms and she pulled my head up to hers so she could kiss me. Our tongues sucked on each other and we breathed heavily into each other. I was pumping furiously on the edge of shooting. I know she could feel it as she quickened her pelvic thrusts. She broke away from our passionate kiss and stared into my face.. “Suck”, was all I said. Benji grabs my throbbing meat in his right fist, and proceeds with an 'ok' servicing of my thick jock meat. The site of his small mouth, stretched over the thickness of my shaft made me leap and throb as he went up and down—only about half way. But fuck it—it was wet, and he had just the right amount of pressure. I figured he prolly had practiced a bit on his buddies or something :)Deciding I wasn't really going to fuck him—it would be just too much meat for his tiny. Again she noticed herself reaching out to touch it, but she didn't stop herself this time. It feels somehow... right. Like she's supposed to touch it. So she does. The sphere ripples as her fingertips gently graze the surface, reacting to her touch. It's a little warmer than her skin, with a strange semi-solid texture. The colours dance around her fingers, moving in graceful swirls to avoid her touch. She pushes her hand a little deeper, gently penetrating the surface. The warmth of whatever. Then, we went to the alley behind her apartment building, I lifted her skirt and pissed into her gaping asshole. We sent the video back to the number and the other person sent Angelica $300 on Zelle. We never heard from them again. The ConversationOne night, we split a nice pre-rolled joint from the dispensary down the street from her apartment. We were in that post-coitus bliss, sitting on her nineteenth story balcony overlooking San Diego Bay, weed and beers in hand. Finally, I spoke.