Top of the Blog: 8TH STREET LATINAS was sweating from effort and breathing hard but continued to slam into her. She'd stopped worrying about being heard and was screaming loudly each time I gave her a taste of my cock. The volume of her cries told me she was close so I forced myself to give her one last burst of speed and staggered back into a chair sitting down with a sigh. As my breathing returned to normal and Ellen's moans subsided the garden grew eerily quiet. I found myself wondering jut how far away we might have been heard.