Back to that familiar standby, porn and a helping hand.
Onto my current preferred site, eighty new videos since yesterday. It's all free. How do they do it? Why? Well, their problem.
The thumbnails quickly revealing the dross, ie most. Plastic bimbos wading through setpiece routines, squealing in contrived ecstasy.
This one looks authentic. The woman nervous but a little excited. Asked her name, age. Giving them. The terms explained. She in doubt, but assenting.
She being instructed to strip, sit down, turn around, spread. Becoming less inhibited. Aroused by the stranger and his camera. An occasional abashed smile.
A naked man walking into scene. She looking up, a brief blush, a questioning look at the man above the camera.
The man turning her, face straight into her buttocks, licking her. The camera moving round to catch her face. Confused but surrendering.
Soon, the usual variations. Up, down, turn around. Setpiece for porno, but not for her. She remaining human, like someone you could know.
Watching, the excitement building, and issuing. Phew. Now I can get on with my day.
