"Yeah," Mark grunted, continuing to pound Helena's pussy. "I'm gonna fill you right up, you little slut. Fill you up with baby juice." He put a hand to the back of her head and pulled her face to his, forcing his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss. It lasted only a moment, however, as he could not do that and keep rutting into her with the force and speed he wished. Mark gripped her breast again, squeezing it, feeling the weight of it and the softness of the flesh. "Damn, you were made for fucking and made well. You're practically milking my cock."<br/><br/>His strokes became shorter and more rapid, still pounding into her depths. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, here it comes..." As Mark's orgasm hit, his strokes became ragged, still forceful, but irregular in their depth as muscles twitched in his thighs and buttocks with it. Hot fluid filled Helena's channel --<br/><br/>And then the door swung open. "Pause," Mark got out, and held his position deep inside Helena. "Don't move," he said to her. "We've got to get it leaking out on camera." Turning his head, he said to the short, muscular black man who had just come in. "What? We're doing a scene here."