She is getting really wet! Mora squeals. And when that big cock stops jabbing her back to fall between her legs, she cannot help squeezing her thighs ...ogether over it. She is sliding inexorably down a slippery incline, picking up speed with no way of slowing. She hangs her head, letting her tangle of hair fall in front of her face. Blood rushes to her cheeks. This is what she wanted; she just didn’t know it until now.Alexander is now crotched low enough to bring his massive frame to a level. It wasn't difficult to fill her with a few deft strokes into her sloppy wetness, but that last inch was that one inch too deep for her. Every time he bottomed out she was being punched in the cervix. He was bigger than most of her boyfriends and bigger than the few guys who'd shown up previously when Sydney had arranged for this service for her sister. Maybe he wasn't any bigger than her other stud suitors. Maybe it was just how enthusiastic he seemed to be, fueled by a determination to split. We talked for a bit, listened to the DJ and then went outside for Auggie to smoke. There were a couple of guys out there chatting -- the introduced themselves, made some small talk, then went inside. Auggie finished his smoke then we too went back in, but instead of going back to the same table we had before, I lead him to a little sofa area.We sat down and watched pieces of an old Burlesque show, then we kissed.... not a peck.... but a passionate, loving kiss. At that point, I once again felt. Then we'd edit the tapes, put 'em on the Internet, and charge$29.95 for horndog porn addicts to download. Let's be real -the Internet is nothing but a superhighway of filth brought instereo living color to every computer from Albany to Zimbabwe.But it's all so form, it's all so produced that you can't eversee porn where the girl was a real amateur, so real and soamateur that she cried when she figured out the score.That was our angle, but now I was retiring.Retiring is the wrong word. We had.