. As whichever one of them was currently inside of her tried to drag her hips back up to him one-handed, desperate not to lose track of the game eithe.... It was Mark, his floppy blonde hair dancing a little as he tried to regulate his thrusts. Stacy loved to watch as their faces changed, always so determined to last as long as possible when fucking her. Maintaining the illusion that they were such experienced and mature men-about-town that having their own personal fuck-toy was just natural.. At least not once they had gotten overtheir amazement of how good she looked as a girl. After that everythingjust changed into pretty much a normal shoot. Not only Ashely wasgenuinely smiling, but so was Jessy. This was the entire reason she didwhat she did. She loved helping her clients on a path to self-acceptance.After the lingerie shoot the background was changed to a plain white oneand Dean took close-up shots of Ashely's face and hair. Sarah performed afew light touch ups to the hair in. Constant ripples of orgasmic bliss tightening around his cockhead as he pushed in my ass, filling it, gave me such intense pleasure and pain; mixed with the emotional that He was claiming all parts of me. “Relax, let me in” he murmured as the head of his cock was buried and now he was easing his entire shaft in my open hole. He was guiding his cock in, giving my body time to expand and accommodate his thick, long shaft. It was torture! My mind in a total frenzy was yearning for him to fuck me. "You got anything yet?" the professor asked - demanded, really. She was, as usual, staring over his shoulder. They had been back from the field for two weeks now, back on campus, with their labs, computers, their own homes and apartments (no tents!). But no letup from Manning. Or her pet, Nichole.Mark pulled up a chart on his computer. "If my estimates are correct, the piece is illuminated once, and only once, each year. Precisely on the sunset of the summer solstice." Are you sure?".