"Holy fucking shit!" Dianne spat as Ellen thrashed wildly beneath her now amongst the pillows in the throes of cataclysmic release. She was momentaril... lost to herself, oblivious to anyone, or anything apart from the earth-shattering orgasm that seized her body from head to toe. And as she stood there, Dianne saw the sudden eruption of clear liquid as it ran in small little rivulets down between Ellen's legs soaking the floor. She herself was wet, drippingly so, but never before in her entire. He prided himself on his skills with women, at many levels. He took her cues to heart and hand, slowly moving one of his hands agonizing slow towards his own belt buckle, while his other continued to very slowly and deftly take his own measure. The growing surging pulsing bulge was ever expanding it's obvious intentions under his tight jeans, that being for escape most of all. His hand crept along slowly towards his Harley insignia buckle, and once there began it's advancement towards freeing. More

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