As he slid back to earth and his eyes fluttered open, he was greeted by the sight of beautiful Corea Laine, kneeling back on her heels, her head tilted down, her naked shoulders heaving as her labored breathing evened out. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling back her head to examine those classic features splattered with gobs of ropy, sticky c*m. He turned her head towards where he knew the camera was set up, hidden behind a carved Venetian screen in the corner of the room. And holding her face directly towards the camera, he leaned down beside her, bringing himself into the shot as he gave the camera his own happy grin.
