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closed. Her eyes rolled back and closed. And he main-
tained like some incredible deep sea diver. Pumping her.
Humping her. Pulling her down on his dick. Eating her
tits. Chawing on her. Making raw primitive bubbles burst
out of her fucked-raw cunt, out of her mouth.
“Cheezuz. Gawd,” the producer whispered.
“She loves it,” I said.
“You should know.” He turned to me. “We’ll be lucky
if we even get a triple-X rating multiplied by triple-X.”
Stella wrapped her arms around the young Aqua-
Stud’s head. She squeezed his face into her double-
barreled breasts. She mashed her cunt down on his dick.
Her tongue sought his mouth, pushed through his lips
and teeth. He felt her slick warm tongue slip serpentinely
down his throat. She fucked him back. Stroke for stroke.
She clenched her cunt down tight on him. Holding him
hardon captive inside her cooze. She rubbed her clit on
the upper root of his dick. Her belly was tight against
his. He could feel the full trimness of her seductive body.
On cue, Stella arched her butt. She pulled herself
up and almost off his enormous dick. The special ef fects
crew hit their electronic units. Once. Twice. Three times.
She lifted off and then slam dunked her cunt down on
his dick. Ramming him deep into her. Again and again.
Her soft lips set firm and passionate. Fucking her man
crazy. Honestly wanting to stroke his cum from deep
inside his balls and dick. The special effects shot off ex-
actly as his load was breaking loose somewhere behind
his eyes in his head. Colored smoke bombs spewed up in
the water surround ing the cage. The sand sharks swam
wild ly around the cage bars. His load sped down his spine
and past the small of his back. Underwater flares shot

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