You know what that means, right?I could only shake my head. Then the music started again. More agonizing seconds without my senses.Then someone put th...eir hands on my hips. Then those hands pulled me back. Back until I hit something hard. A cock. Then a hand left my hip and I felt the cock sliding up and down my ass crack. With the help of the hand, he pushed into me hard. I was going to cum big time.WACK! I’ve felt it before, but not this hard. Also not in this very spot. I was lashed with a. .." Melinda Clarke." You didn't include the credits in our copy. Anyway, I wonder if she didn't model her character after a real person somewhere. I mean, the character may be more of a caricature because she needed it for a dramatic role, but still, she did such a good job, I have to wonder if she had a coach?" But how do I find someone like that? I doubt if they are in the yellow pages." Probably not, not around here anyway, but I'll bet they're on the internet, and they don't need to be. “ you ready girl… about to fucking nut on your big arse” , he grunted out, his hands pushing me forwards until my chest fell onto the massage table, I turn my head around and stared up seeing Leon’s sweating face and animalistic expression as he furiously beat his cock just above my ass, “ take that fucking nut, girl!” he shouted out, I looked down seeing his cock head expanding before a long stream of pearly white jizz shot out onto my back, hitting me just below my neck, the long line of cum. Now she couldn’t stop and she loved every minute of it. He carried her off to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom he said:“Now Miss O’Neal since you got that big hearing tomorrow, I figure that I could help you relax so you can sleep your best tonight and tomorrow you can kick ass. You wouldn’t have any ideas on what might help you relax in such a way. Would you?”Emily just smiled at him:“You already know what to do to relax me. I just ask that you get a shower first. You smell like diesel.