“Why don’t you stand up?”
The trembling boy did so, stepping closer to her, his jutting prick now at eye level for Janie. A previously unknown painting by one of the Old Masters, perhaps entitled “Alyssa After Fucking,” wouldn’t have held a candle to the sight that would now be forever burned into my brain. Porn sex “Let me know if you need me to stop, OK?”
“OK, Dave,” she said throatily. “That was so perfect I can’t even describe how good it felt. “Are you sure you want to do this? Finally he shook himself out of his torpor, and slid his jockies off carefully, disentangling his stiff penis from the fabric as it slid over his pale hips. “You’re doing really well, Alyssa,” Janie encouraged her. All in all, I said to the majestic stars wheeling overhead as at last I drifted off, I think this is the most perfect existence possible. I could feel the nub of her clit riding over the edge of my dick head, the little bump tickling the sensitive edge of my helmet with every delicious rocking movement of her body. These must be the problems they have in heaven, I thought. “Ooohhh, now it feels good!” she moaned, a husky note coloring her voice. “Would you like a closer look at my body?” she asked him, and he
