Top of the Blog: 8TH STREET LATINAS seemed to be no end to her thirst for my cock. Of all the passionate nights we had shared that summer this one was just a little more intense. Ellen wouldn't let me stop at all, taunting me whenever I tried. I got to slow down a little when she reached an orgasm but if I stopped completely she demanded more. There was a round wet spot on the blanket beneath her from her juices and our sweat that kept growing as we fucked. Even when I came she didn't call an end to it, spinning around to suck me soon as I had spilled my meager load. The second I was hard again she got down on her pile of wet blankets again and waited for me to give her another round.
