.. as u pound in & out of me i raise & lower my heels changing the angle of attack feeling u hit every bit of skin inside my tightly gripping ass... i... press back against u with every thrust taking u as deeply as i possibly can loving the feeling of your thick & pulsing cock buried so fucking deep in my clutching ass... u keep pounding up in2 me trying 2 get in deeper & deeper as your hands grip my hips & pull my butt savagely backwards... your deep thrusts lift me up on2 the balls of my bare. "Hi there," a voice came from behind him.Looking up from his burger, a tall black woman was standing over himcarrying a tray. "Want some company?" she asked."Uhm, sure," Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular woman wearinga gray coverall and heavy black work shoes.Sitting down, she said, "I'm Tamila." Einreb," Einreb said looking into her eyes and guessing that she wasabout his age."Do you know how many truckers it takes to change a light bulb?" sheasked."Uh," Einreb stammered. "No.". To have to let go of her seemed too wrong, but I knew that reality would not bend for all that I felt inside. I leaned to her, kissing her firmly, arms wrapping around her thin waist. She felt herself falling slowly, a never-ending drop from reality that took forever and back. An eon passed before she could breath again. She smiled at me, pulling back. "You, sir, do that too well for your own good." "I know." I bent down again, my lips gently brushing against her neck, like the gently brush. “Why don’t you come try it out?” “Oh please,” Monica laughed. “Like they’d fall for that.” “They will,” Bryce and I told her in unison again. One of the brothers walked over, and slipping his hand under her skirt, started feeling her inner thigh. The other brother kneeled on the bed and began kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse. “What the hell? How is that realistic?” Monica laughed again, showing her naiveté when it came to pornography. “It’s not supposed to be realistic, they just.