Some pictures I found online, others I snapped for myself by taking screenshots from my favourite scenes. I started getting off to still images instead, just like I’d had to do back when I’d been a teenager, before internet porn had become a thing. women had always been more literary in their porn tastes, and men more visual. I sat back against my headboard, thinking as I recovered—I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor, doing a quick twenty push-ups to make my chest and biceps pop. but not enough that I wasn’t going to try repeating the experience, the following night! I still liked looking at the girls getting fucked, but their horrible acting and obviously fake moans really started getting on my nerves after a while. I was still feeling somewhat guilty about it even so… I wished I could see her entire face, but I could just imagine those gorgeous, cock-sucking lips wrapped around my shaft, bobbing eagerly up and down, my hand cupping that spectacular little ass as she got up onto her knees on her seat, just like in the story
