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oh, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop,
fuck me, please fuck me." But he was finished.
Yumi Egawa screamed as Yumi Egawa drew closer to Yumi's blissful pinnacle as
she continued to thrust on him. "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH
GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
she screamed as Yumi's love box spasmed around his still jerking
penis and Yumi's juices flowed. "Oh yes, oh, that felt so
incredibly delicious."
They both collapsed, along with me, for I had been rigid as
Greg's cock, myself.
After a few minutes we all sort of recovered. What next.
Anything else would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun). Greg and
Judy slowly and reluctantly disjoined and got up. Judy gave me a
reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. The real word gradually
came back to me. I could vaguely see the director and camera men
and a few of the "stars" still sitting there rapt. The only
noise was the bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring
of the camera, a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low
moan. The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it
was almost unearthly. But one thing you had to say about it, it
was mournful. Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually
starving for relief, I could not help, but try to find the
source, as
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