As his freakishly-hard knob all but cut a groove along Darlene's cunt wall and ground back and forth over her g-spot, she growled, "Oh, my f*****g God!" and her body began to tremble--and it was not acting; she always loved d**k's standing-f**k move!
After several long, deep f***s with separate cameras capturing d**k's c**k disappearing into Darlene's cunt; her mauled t**s and bulging n*****s; and her blissfully-contorted facial expression, d**k's cell phone began to ring on Paula's desk.
Part of the script, d**k looked over to see who it was (Ron would edit a shot of the phone in later) and said, "I need to take this." He let go of Darlene's t**s and pushed her face back down into Paula's p***y, and with his d**k still shoved up her cunt, he picked up the phone.
"Hey!" d**k said to no
