We wound up agruing about it. He would claim that I failed to make the sacrifices that all parents make to BE parents. I argued that THIS industry was... different, that it demands a model's looks, a whore's personality, and a drive to succeed because of all the competition there is.During the more vocal parts of our exchange, I called J.B. a whiny little bastard, forgetting that he literally WAS one, not just figuratively.It put a wedge between us that lasted for quite a while.In an attempt to. I wanted to build up my orgasm and reserve of semen so as to fill her up. During the several pauses, I managed to give her two more orgasms. Then when my arms grew tired of supporting her, I began thrusting fast. My balls were making a slapping sound against her smooth ass every thrust I made. She thrust upwards matching the rhythm. Then I felt the need to release. I closed my eyes and my mouth was agape. Izzy noticed that I was close. cum in me big boy. I want your jizz to fill me up. I want. Editor's Note- Thanks a lot Ellen! This log started at 100KB!!!(Sir_Lee) Since the "official" chat didn't start yet, let me get this out of the way (it's totally irrelevant). Ellen, whyinhell don't you "slice" your Tuck side story into smaller, more manageable blocks? My GetRight took oh, like six hours last night downloading the last update!(ehayes) Oh, Um. Mainly because my WP will not handle things above 500k or so. It may be happening in the next couple of days, Tuck's getting too unwieldy. Please, baby….please…”With those words, I couldn’t hold back. Something inside of me wanted to punish the one I so dearly loved with the most painful and intrusive sex she had ever known. I thrust myself harder and deeper inside of her ass, mercilessly pounded her virgin hole without remorse. I fucked and I fucked and I fucked her asshole. To my surprise, and dark appeasement, she began whimpering tears and choked pleas.“Please, honey….please. Don’t. Please, stop. I don’t want this anymore. I’m.