. however all I could manage was a muffled 'mmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhh' because one of the guys in the crowd had knelt down so that his crotch was opposit...e my face, whipped out his stiff throbbing cock, and thrust it deep into my hot wet mouth when I tried to scream.Soon both guys were thrusting in and out of my mouth and ass in harmony, the guy behind me keeping a tight hold on my hips and the guy in front holding my head mercilessly in place with his fist wrapped round my hair. I was being spit. By changing positions, perspectives, camera angles, props, and focalpoints; by showing facial expressions; and by emphasizing the pace andforce of penile thrusts, close-up shots of the impaled anus or thebounding testicles, and footage of ejaculating pricks and gapingassholes, pornographic filmmakers sustain the interests of even the mostjaded audiences. Writers can learn from filmmakers. By describing notonly the appearance of their characters and the sexual acts in whichthey engage, but. .. what does it take to belong?”Dave eyed her, “At least some belief that you’d like to belong – that you are willing to love and be loved by many other people, that you have a high tolerance and desire for sexual activity, and that you like many of the other traits about the Circle that I told you about this morning – consensual non-monogamy, non-possessiveness, non-exclusivity, equality, diversity, compersion instead of jealousy, a willingness to suppress drama around you, a willingness to. Mrs. Larson was lying on the lounger in the full sun only today she was sort of wearing a two piece swim suit. I would call it a bikini since I couldn’t see how skimpy it was cut. And the reason I said sort of wearing it was because she was lying on her stomach with the top unhooked and thrown off to the sides. She had her arms curved over her head framing her beautiful face. Her pink lipstick matched her nails and her swim suit. As always she was wearing sunglasses so I never knew where she.