and despite the onrush of his own explosive orgasm, Woody had the presence of mind to wonder what Gialla's neighbors would think. He gently but firmly covered Gialla's mouth with his hand, muffling her continued cries. Gialla bit his palm, jerking against him powerfully, Gialla's legs clamped tightly around his waist. Suddenly the moment was upon him, and Woody could bear no more. Feeling his penis growing even further as it prepared to spew, he flung his head back sharply and arched his back. "God bless America!!!" Woody bellowed, blasting out his gigantic load of cum with enough force to rupture a poorly made condom. Fortunately, Harris had given him Trojans. Woody left early the next morning, and they never met again. A few months later he was dead, and he never quite fulfilled his boast of making headlines as an ace. But he thought of Susan in that last moment before his Hellcat slammed vertically into the
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