"Oh, it's gonna hurt goin' in, bitch. But once it's in there, you're gonna be gettin' off on it." Jamal grinned and took the invitation, pushing the head of his cock between Helena's ripe lips, grabbing her hair with both hands to keep her from pulling away. He worked it back and forth in her mouth, giving her the first four inches or so. "Suck good, baby. The wetter you get it, the easier it'll go in."<br/><br/>Trev was still under her, but had let loose an arm to play with Helena's breast, squeezing broad-fingered so the soft flesh protruded between them, leaving no doubt that her breasts were natural. Letting go, he smacked her breast, making it wobble for the camera. "God damn, I wanna fuck those tits," he said.<br/><br/>The cameras were catching it all. Mark had come in at some point, and was watching carefully, sometimes gesturing to one of the cameramen to get a different angle or zoom in on something. Inside him, Benirel was enjoying the mixture of lust, pain, fear, and guilt streaming off all three. Trev's girlfriend was home taking care of their baby, still believing he was working a construction job; Jamal's Baptist upbringing clawed at him... and Benirel enjoyed it all.