“I can’t take it,” Lesley wheezed. “Please, no more.”
He lay upon the shiny black keyboard, as limp and pale as a piece of raw chicken breast. 69HermosaFlor69 detached the webcam from her laptop screen and pointed it at him, bringing it in close. He could see his chest heaving, in an image the size of a billboard to him, his nearly spherical belly swaying with his labored breaths. He could even see his reddened and shriveled penis, glowing angrily in the depths of his chunky thighs. He didn’t care. He was far beyond caring.