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The cry of pleasure I heard somewhere off in the distance of my mind, was my own. Joining hers in become a male porn star final encore that brought down the house, I briefly imagined a crowd all standing, clapping their hands approvingly at the magnificent performance they had just witnessed.
"Oh my God Russ, that was incredible!" Trina near shouted. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she male porn star exclaimed, smothering me with a thousand tiny kisses.
"No...thank you Trina!" I said with as much meaning behind that as I could muster.
"Again?" she asked seconds later.
I was still hard.
"Oh hell yes," I replied. "We have all night together."
"Well, at least until Christy gets home," Trina reminded me.
Thank God for Viagara.
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I had folded the laundry, including theirs, setting everything inside the laundry basket, which I carried upstairs, towards their room. I could hear the sound of their voices coming from it even though the door was fully closed this time. Reaching the top of the stairs, I placed the laundry basket on the floor how to be a male porn star safe distance away, turned, and headed back down towards the living room. |
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