#20696 - Apart from her sub-vocal groaning, the occasional whispered gasp that manages to escape, and the sotto voce accusations emanating wickedly from the pouty lips of her, let's choose a neutral descriptor, partner, there is relative silence. She has been saying no, and meaning yes, for, oh, maybe 30 million years, it feels like, inside this sex cell, and everytime she looks in the mirror directly across from her and sees the scandalously be-laced body of her partner; sees the tight lines of her pale ass flex as she rams her hand inside Alonna's sopping cunt; sees the soft curve of her nubile breasts peak above the cup of the barely there bra - she comes harder than the last time. The jury is still out on this one.