Chapter 197

• Derek's black bag seemed to be about a half second behind his cock thrusts and then when they would join briefly with the wetness of her outer lips, clung briefly there before they lost contact as he withdrew. His sack hung loosely from the root of his cock indicating he was a long way from climaxing. It flowed like an ocean wave as he jabbed himself again and again into the willing depths.
• Jennifer had rested her right arm on the arm of the sofa and had her face rested against it, turned to the camera, eyes half closed and her mouth half open as she was stuck again and again by Derek's hard nail. Oscar shot her from all angles, across her back, from behind, from above, close-up of her face, and of her torso with only Derek's hands steadying himself on her waist. That shot sort of pleased Oscar. It was obvious the young woman was getting all she wanted. Her mouth half open, her breasts swaying with each thrust, eyes oblivious to the camera at all. He had purposefully framed her from about her lower back forward with the only hint that a man was behind her being the black hand on the curve where her waist met her hip. This shot would make the soft porn category but it revealed the intensity of the fucking she was getting. "It was fucking art," Oscar thought silently to himself and laughed quietly at his own joke as he continued to snap photo after photo of the copulating couple.
• "Whoa, whoa, you two. Let's not burn out in this first set," Oscar scolded. "Change position. Let's get something else going."