DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Violett Beane. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
This story uses some of the same characters and the same general concept as Noj’s “Jessica Alba – Paying with Pussy” (which he wrote at my request) and he is aware that I wrote this story. At the same time, you don’t need to have read his story to understand this one, but I highly recommend you do, cause it’s an awesome piece of writing.
Now, on with the story!
“Hi, I’m Violett Beane and I’m paying with pussy!” the stunning, brunette actress said straight into the camera, a wide, sparkling smile on her flushed face as she knelt naked on the floor.
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THE PREVIOUS DAY
“… so I told that dude I would only date him if he got rid of that weird haircut first!”
Violett barely heard her friend Kate finish her tale about her on-set flirt as she pushed around the pasta on her plate. It was the second week of shooting on location and while the high-end hotel’s kitchen was fantastic, the actress could not find enjoyment in what the chef had put together for her tonight as her mind was pre-occupied with different things. And it did not escape Kate either.
“Hey, earth to Violett!”
“Huh?!” she lifted her gaze from her plate, seeing the chiding look of the make-up-artist whom she had quickly befriended while on set. “Oh, sorry, Kate… um… what a douchebag!”
Kate cocked an eyebrow. “For asking me out? Yeah, how dare he…” she laughed, “Where were you just now? Trouble in paradise?”
The actress sighed. “Yeah… Paul called again!”
“… and he’s still stuck on his song and is pissed off.” Kate concluded, rolling her eyes. Violett’s boyfriend’s musical career had been a hot topic for several evenings now, his frustrations souring the brunette’s mood.
“Nope, he wrapped it up actually. Sent me a tape too and it’s fucking amazing!”
“Oh?!” Kate’s brow furrowed. “That’s great! Then what’s the issue?”
“His career…” Violett sighed, putting down her fork, “He’s frustrated that he doesn’t get more successful. He’s so talented, but I guess it is just tough… you need luck to be successful.”
“Well, you could maybe shoot some more music videos or…” the blonde make-up-artist suddenly fell silent, her eyes widening as an older man had just entered the restaurant. Violett glanced over, made curious by her friend’s reaction.
The man was in his forties, a broad-shouldered powerful physique and dressed in a fine silk suit. He had the aura of an old lion as he made his way past their table towards the seats at the window that overlooked the city’s skyline, signaling to the bartender with a brief nod.
Violett looked at her friend, who seemed utterly mesmerized. “Daddy issues?” she mocked.
“No…” Kate replied quickly, still staring unabashedly at the man, “Well, could you blame me?”
This caused her to laugh. “Too old for me,” she grinned before leaning in. It wasn’t like the bubbly blonde to get this distracted, “What’s the deal here, Kate?”
Her friend finally tore her eyes off the man to look at Violett. “You don’t know who that is?”
“No…”
“Oh, alright,” Kate leaned forward across the table in a conspirative manner, glancing sideways as if to make sure they weren’t listened to, “You ever heard of Mr. Russell?”
“Mr. Russell?!” Violett repeated with an exasperated gasp before dropping the act, “No, who is that?”
“He’s a businessman. And a sort of urban legend I guess… The whisper around Hollywood is that he has some huge pull. Basically, he can grant wishes.” Kate ignored Violett’s look of skeptical amusement. “People say that he makes deals with famous women. He can basically get them whatever they want, from what I hear…”
“Oh, nice!” Violett grinned, almost sure her friend was messing with her.
“In return, he has the women shoot porn movies for him.”
“You’re fucking with me!”
“I’m not. And apparently it’s not just some tame, boring Paris-Hilton-sextape stuff either. I heard he has them shoot some legit porn stuff. I’m talking anal, threeways, facials… the whole act. And you’d be surprised who made deals with him…”
Violett’s smile disappeared as she tried to read her friend’s demeanor. For a moment, she believed Kate was going to crack a grin and tell her it was all just a joke, but that didn’t happen. “Are you serious?!”
“That’s what I heard.”
“No shit…”
The blonde shrugged before she turned back to her omelet, seemingly forgetting about the man as quickly as that. Meanwhile, Violett couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Mr. Russel, sitting by the window, sipping his whiskey as he began reading a book.
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Nervously, Violett chewed on her lower lip as she entered the restaurant again. Kate had disappeared in her room and Violett had walked with her, pretending to do the same before she made her way back to the restaurant.
The big, luxurious dining hall was emptying at this point as it got late and, to her relief, a quick scan of the room confirmed that nobody from the movie set seemed to be around. She really didn’t want to be seen doing this.
The big, broad-shouldered man sat in an armchair next to one of the floor-length windows that overlooked the ocean. On the table in front of him, seemingly forgotten, stood a tumbler of whiskey, the two ice cubes gradually melting as Mr. Russell looked to be completely immersed in the book he held in his hands.
Swallowing hard, Violett pushed herself to move. Her knees felt shaky as she slowly made her way across, eyes fixed on the person she was here to talk to. She was here to do this. She would do this.
“Um Mr. … Mr. Russell?!” she shocked herself by how weak her voice sounded and immediately her cheeks blushed as she stood in front of him. The man looked up from his book, a slight smile forming on his lips as he saw the nervous young woman standing in front of him. He slightly inclined his head to the side, signaling his attention.
Violett coughed. Damn, why was this so hard? She knew that she could still bail on this stupid plan, that she could just turn around and walk away. But she wouldn’t. She’d go through with this. “M-my name is Violett Beane. I am an actress…”
“The Flash!” Mr. Russell interrupted her calmly, a smile on his face as he recounted some of her projects “Flay, God Friended Me, Truth or Dare, The Leftovers. Of course I am aware of who you are. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Beane! How can I help you? Would you like to sit down?” He pointed to the armchair opposite to his. “Would you like a drink?”
Violett was truly taken aback by the friendly, warm tone in the man’s voice. With all Kate had told her about what he did she had imagined him to be skeevy, sleazy. His deep, calm voice and the slightly amused smile suggested a friendly respectfulness instead. Slowly she took the offered seat, forcing herself to take a deep breath.
“Thank you,” she declined the offered drink, returning the smile. She tried to find her words to continue, but found herself stumped. She felt like a deer in headlights. Her mind blank, she opened her mouth with no words coming out.
Mr. Russell gave her a sympathetic smile over the rim of his reading glasses. “Violett, if it helps: there usually is only one reason a stunning young woman approaches me with your degree of nervousness. I am assuming that you would like a favor from me and that you are aware of what a favor of mine costs. Am I on the right track?”
Violett nodded, thankful that this first, high hurdle was taken.
“Very good!” Mr. Russell said. Picking up his tumbler, he took a small sip of the whiskey, taking a second to savor the taste before resuming. “So, Violett, what can I help you with?”
“My boyfriend!” Violett replied, clearing her throat. She shifted in her chair, sitting up straighter as she found her words. “My boyfriend Paul, he’s a musician. He is really good, but so far he has not managed to catch his big break. He has been struggling for several years now and lately he has become more and more frustrated. I hear you are very influential and I thought that you might be able to help. I’m not asking you to make him a superstar or anything, but I was hoping that you’d… well… get him a shot?!”
The big man took a second before he replied, seemingly considering her words. “You are here for your boyfriend?! That is very selfless of you, Violett. I assume he does not know that you are here?”
That made her snort. “Oh, fuck no! He doesn’t know and he will never know. I was told that what I would be doing would be completely confidential and this would never come out.”
“Of course, of course!” Mr. Russell nodded, taking another sip of whiskey, “Paul will never find out! I can make some calls and arrange some things. What is it musicians want these days? I can offer you some increased traffic from some media companies that I hold stakes in, advertise his projects more widely. If we do it gradually that will look to him like a natural rise in popularity. Once he has reached a certain level, I can organize him some gigs as opening acts for some quality talent. If he does well, that can really get some eyes on Paul and he will believe he made it happen all on his own. What do you say, Violett, is that the kind of shot you were imagining?”
“That sounds… great, actually!” Violett nodded, stunned by how quickly she had gotten an offer that was legitimately better than anything she had hoped for.
“Perfect!” Mr. Russell smiled before leaning forward in his chair, “Now, about your side of the deal…”
She bit her lower lip, her heart sinking as the conversation took a turn she had been dreading.
“All you need to do is give me a couple of hours. I will set something up, all you have to do is show up and do what is asked of you. A video will be shot of you performing sexual acts. That video will be available to a certain elite clientele, but you have my word that the public will never know about this. Are those terms acceptable to you, Violett?”
Her heart raced. She was thankful that Mr. Russell had not used crass language, making her feel less dirty, but nonetheless the meaning was the same. Again, her throat was dry. “Y…yes!” she croaked.
“Perfect!” Mr. Russell smiled again, his voice still perfectly warm. Finishing his whiskey, he set the tumbler down on the side table with a ‘clank!’, “Tomorrow, 4 o’clock, that suits your shooting schedule, right? Very good! Room 452. I will set up a contract so that you have security. Wear something you feel pretty in. Do we have a deal?”
Wide-eyed, Violett looked at the hand that was extended to her for a moment. She did not trust her voice enough for a reply, so she simply nodded as she shook on the deal. After all, this was what she wanted.
Mr. Russell smiled, a satisfied look in his eyes. “Perfect!” he said again, rising from his chair, “Now, apologies, but I will not be present tomorrow. In the morning I will send by a doctor for a little medical check-up. It’s just a formality, but a necessary one. You will also receive your contract then so you have security in writing. Then, a very trusted associate of mine will organize everything on location, but if there are any issues whatsoever just have him call me, alright? Perfect! Anyway, it is time for me! I wish you a good night of sleep and I hope that you will have a good day tomorrow! It was a pleasure meeting you, Violett!”
With that, the big man picked up his book and left as Violett stared after him, still not able to fully grasp what she had just done.
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As Violett raised her hand to knock on the polished, wooden door to room 452 a feeling of unreality had spread through her body. She felt the shot of vodka she had taken just as she had left her room in her belly, but it did little to settle her nerves.
She had woken up to a knock on her hotel room door and a young woman, explaining herself to be a doctor in the service of Mr. Russel had entered the room, handing her a coffee and giving her a moment to catch up. Violett had received a physical exam as well as a gynecological inspection, testifying her general health and sanctioning her for the day’s activity. The doctor had brought with her a contract for her to sign and as Violett had read through it, her heart once again raced.
Not only did she agree to star in a smut flick, even if it was just for a select audience, but she also agreed to be dominated. She was requested to deliver a specific opening line and after that the contract detailed sections about oral and vaginal sex, but she was also agreeing to anal sex! She had never had anal before and the thought increased her nervousness tenfold. Still, the carrot that went along with the stick was ultimately too good to be true. If she agreed, Paul would be successful. So she signed…
The day had blazed by way too fast. Working her scenes, Violett had found herself constantly checking the time, feeling a sense of dread as the hours melted away. She still could hardly believe the deal she had made with Mr. Russell, knowing what she would do for her boyfriend.
Nonetheless, a small part of her felt something different than worry, was legitimately excited about the prospect of starring in a porn video. The thought of getting fucked in front of a camera, for a bunch of people to watch was legitimately scary, but a part of her couldn’t help but look forward to what was definitely going to be an intense, sexual experience.
She had gotten back from shooting at around three, feeling her nerves as she quickly headed to her room and got into the shower where she diligently made sure to remove all hair from her neck downwards, shaving her pink pussy completely smooth as well as doing her legs and her armpits, leaving not a hint of stubble.
She had toweled herself dry, applied lotion and used a nice perfume that Paul had gotten her for their last anniversary that smelled like vanilla and sandalwood. She applied some light make-up, opting for more of the natural look with a bit of mascara and a subtle shade of lipstick before scouring her suitcase for an outfit that would fit the occasion. Her options were limited and she certainly had not packed anything with this particular purpose in mind, but ultimately she had found a short, plaited skirt that showcased her long legs, reaching only about midway down her thigh and was tight enough to also accentuate the curve of her hips. She paired this with a dark blue top with a white zipper, which she had left halfway undone to display a nice amount of cleavage as well as a strappy pair of sandals she loved: with a slight heel they were both stylish and comfortable and went great with the sexy attire.
However, it was the next layer underneath that posed a problem. None of the underwear she had packed was intended to wow and she neither had the time to buy a new pair nor did she want to show up to this occasion with some plain, boring panties. Ultimately, Violett had decided to do the only sensible thing: she skipped the underwear.
Now, standing in front of the room door, Violett was hyper-aware of her nakedness as she felt the cool air against the bare, soft lips of her pussy. She wasn’t used to going commando like this, but then again she also wasn’t used to shooting skin flicks and a part of her that she had never really explored too much really enjoyed that sensation. This feeling contrasted with the overwhelming sense of nervousness that made her entire body shiver.
Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. Her hand clutched the small purse she had taken with her which only contained her phone as well as her room key.
Raising her fist, she knocked on the door.
For a second, nothing happened, then Violett heard rustling sounds on the other end, waking a sudden impulse to just bail and run, but before she could even think about following through, the door opened.
“Hello, Violett!” the man opening the door smiled as he saw her before stepping aside to let her in, “Right on time, please come in!”
“Thank you!” Violett heard herself reply and followed the invitation. The room she entered was a rather basic one. Dominated by a king-sized bed, the only other furniture in the room were two armchairs and a small table on which both a photo and a small video camera were laid out, as well as a laptop, a box of tissues, some bottles of water and a bottle of lube. One door next to the entrance led to a small, adjoining bathroom, another one led out to the balcony where she could make out the outline of another man, leaning against the railing with his back to her.
“My name’s Steve, I’ll be your director and camera-man for today’s shoot!” the man who had opened the door for her said.
“V… Violett!” she replied, biting her lower lip nervously before remembering her manners and putting on a polite smile.
The man laughed. “You’re nervous. Don’t worry, that’s completely normal. Tends to go away once we get into it. Just let me know whenever you need a break and we’ll be fine.”
“S… so is there a script?” she asked as she put down her purse on the small table and turned back towards Steve, who chuckled.
“Not in the way that you think,” he grinned as he tucked the papers away into a folder which he slid into a suitcase. “Apart from your opening line which was already specified in the contract, you just follow my directions and we’re good. Think of it like an improv class. It will be easy!”
Violett nodded. “So is this… Are we just gonna start?”
“Well, yeah… unless you have any further questions?!” Steve smiled, “I’ll just introduce you to your co-star for today and we are off to the races.”
He gestured and the man from the balcony stepped back into the room. Violett’s eyes widened slightly. She had expected some super-muscled up porn Adonis, maybe a bit sleazy looking, or maybe a guy about her age. The man that came towards her was at least twice her age. Grey-haired, with a wrinkled, sun-tanned face and a short, stubbly beard he was definitely old enough to be her dad. He was dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned and hung open to reveal a thick, yet powerful body with a bit of a gut. He approached her with a smile on his face and an extended hand.
“Well, hello there! Aren’t you a hot little thing!” he grinned in a thick, southern accent, “I’m George Allhard! Nice to meet you!”
Still a bit stunned by this reversion of her expectations, Violett stared at him for a second before she managed to take his hand. “V… Violett!” she replied, briefly glancing over to Steve to make sure this was not a practical joke being played on her, but the cameraman gave no such indication, “N-nice to meet you!”
The older man laughed. “Guess I’m not the kind of guy you were expecting, honey, huh?!” he walked past her and dropped into one of the armchairs, “Hope that doesn’t freak you out too bad…”
“Uh, n-no!” Violett replied, quickly shaking her head as she realized just how rude she was currently being, staring at this man like he had two heads. “I’m sorry, I’m just new to this and I wasn’t… I guess I’m just super nervous!”
George winked at her. “Well, no worries… I think it’s safe to say that I am the lucky one out of the two of us!” He gave her a quick once-over, something that Violett under normal circumstances would have considered to be incredibly rude, but this situation was so entirely surreal that she did not care, “I watched some of your work on the flight over. Looking forward to working with you, Violett!”
The implication of the compliment made her grin and blush slightly. Nobody had ever told her that he’d like to fuck her quite in those words. All of this was just messed up.
“Alright, nice to see the two of you are getting along…” Steve butted in, “George here has been tested, so you have nothing to worry about. Usually we would ask for a test from you as well, but since we are not in the US currently, we are legally allowed to make an exception. George has agreed, given the short-notice. It’s the first time we’re working with him, though he has been repeatedly requested by some of our viewers…”
The older man nodded. “See, first time for me as well…” Violett smiled, the older man’s charms helping to relax her.
“I hope all this is not too rushed for you. Mr. Russell called me very late yesterday and only gave me a few hours to set this up. We jetted in this morning.”
“Guess he didn’t want to risk me chickening out, huh?”
George grinned. “Smart girl.”
Steve shrugged. “Mr. Russell was of the opinion that more time would not improve the situation. And if the two of you are ready then we can get this started…” He picked the photo camera up from the small table and switched it on. “I figured, since this is your first time, we should try and ease you into this a little. So instead of jumping straight into the action, how about we start off with just taking a couple of pictures?”
“Err… alright?!” Violett replied. Maybe, in a way she could think of this like a modelling job. Just pose, work with the camera and give a bit of a show. Just more of a show than usual. As Steve lifted the camera and started snapping away, Violett put on a wide smile as she angled her body slightly, cocking her hips from side to side and shifting through a variation of poses.
“Very nice!” Steve nodded in approval, “Now turn around for me! Let me see that ass!”
While the wording was a little spicier than she was used to, it really wasn’t an unusual request. As she turned around and continued her routine, she felt herself relax a little. The slow teasing of the camera was something she had done numerous times before. She fell into a rhythm, followed Steve’s instructions and began to forget about her nerves.
“That looks great!” George commented from the sidelines, watching with pleasure as the stunning young actress displayed her body to the camera. Violett gave him a slight smile in response as she bent over slightly, allowing the camera a particularly good view of her ample posterior.
“Yeah, amazing!” Steve agreed, kneeling down to get a different perspective. “Push your ass out a little further for me, Violett! Now arch your back and look back at me over your shoulder! No, the other shoulder! That’s it, perfect!”
Eagerly clicking away, the photographer smiled. Violett followed his instructions to a tee, giving him some amazing material to work with and throughout the session it was remarkable to see her loosening up. Lowering the camera even more for an alteration of view, he snapped and his eyes lit up when he saw the result. Due to the angle of the shot, he had gotten a view straight up the actress’ short, tight skirt and to his utter surprise he realized that the nervous, young woman had in fact shown up to this shoot without wearing a stitch of underwear. Steve grinned in satisfaction as the photo he had taken clearly showed the perfectly pink and smooth lips of Violett’s sleek pussy, tightly clamped between her pale thighs. Paired with the face of mock surprise that Violett had put on in the picture, it was an amazing shot that would go down extremely well with the viewers: a picture that painted the young actress like the naughty slut they wanted her to be.
“Great!” he nodded, “Now take your top off please!”
Violett froze for a split-second, thrown off her game by the request. She glanced over at George, who watched her with unconcealed interest. While her back was to the camera, he was sitting to the side of her and would immediately get a good view of her breasts.
Well, he’s going to get to see a whole lot more in a bit, she thought, shaking off her fear. Besides, she had done topless shoots before, so this was nothing new… She bit her lip and looked back at the camera as her fingers found the white zipper between her breasts, then pulled it down. Inch by inch of creamy white skin was revealed as the lapels of her top slowly opened, all the way to the bottom. Her heart pounding wildly inside her chest, she grabbed each side firmly before decisively shrugging the garment off. Her petite breasts jiggled as she dropped it to the floor.
George let out an appreciative whistle and when Violett glanced over at him she could see the lust in his eyes, causing her cheeks to flush. Looking down, she saw that her dime-sized, light-pink nipples had reacted to the situation, standing to attention atop her pale b-cups. Following her instinct of shyness, she quickly covered her breasts with her hands and lowered her head, letting her hair hide her expression as she slowly turned for the camera.
“You’re doing great,” Steve complimented, taking more pictures of Violett’s hand-bra, “Now show me your face! Move that hair behind your ears, please!”
Playing coy, Violett obliged, but before lifting her right hand to do so, she used her left forearm to cover her boobs, giving the lens a shy smile as she covered her modesty.
Steve laughed at that. “Alright, that’s cute! Now please move your hands, show me your tits!”
Sighing, she obliged. Her eyes closed, Violett pulled her forearm away from her chest, revealing her boobs. The sound of the camera’s shutter worked itself into a frenzy as Steve clicked away.
“You look fantastic, Violett!” Steve commended, sensing that the young woman was tensing up again. He gave her a few more directions, doing his best to coax her back into her routine before pushing on. “Open your eyes, Violett. Now smile. Lift your arms and put your hands behind your head! That’s it! Cock your hip to the side, a little further!”
It worked. After barely a minute, Violett had gotten used to being topless on camera, her smile a lot more natural as she struck her poses. From the corner of his eye, both out of Violett’s and the camera’s view, Steve saw George rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. He knew that his male talent was eager to get into the action, but his priority here was getting the newcomer to relax and not rush anything in a way to scare her off. George would have plenty of fun in a few minutes.
“Alright, Violett! Ready for the next step?” he asked with a smile.
The brunette’s wide, photogenic smile twitched. “No,” she answered truthfully, “But I don’t think that will change…”
“That’s perfectly normal! But let’s just keep this going and it will be easier than you think. Now loose the skirt, please!”
Violett sighed. This was it. Hesitantly she, looked down, feeling both men’s eyes on her as she fumbled with the small zipper on the side of her skirt. Finding it and pulling it down, she bit her lower lip in embarrassment as she allowed the garment to slide down her hips and pool onto the floor around her feet, leaving her completely naked save for the small pair of sandals.
Steve smiled at the naked actress before lifting the camera and resuming his job. She really was remarkable. While a c-list celebrity at best, the girl really was as close to perfection as you could be. That pussy was certainly a sight to behold! Shaved completely smooth, her sex was little more than a neat slit, her inner lips only barely peeking out. Even with all his experience shooting porn stars and actresses of much higher caliber than her, the sight of this woman, now stripped completely naked, was still exciting.
“Perfect, Violett! You’re doing great!” he commended with a smile, as he took full-fontal photos of her. He had her strike a few poses, again letting the familiar routine wash away some of the nervous energy while getting loads of pictures of the butt-naked actress before he pushed on to the next phase, “Now let’s move over to the bed.”
Violett complied, sitting at the edge of the king-sized hotel bed. She was thankful for the instructions he gave her, guiding her through these unknown territories and keeping her from feeling lost.
“Now lie back, please. All the way on your back! Perfect! Raise your legs. Further! Straight up to the ceiling, exactly! Now spread them, as wide as you can! Spread your legs for us! Show us what you have! Just like that, Violett! Show me that pretty, little pussy of yours!” As he directed her, he registered with satisfaction that she followed his commands easily, putting herself on display like a whore. When she spread her long legs, her supple sex opened and the soft, smooth lips parted in what was the first step from risqué nude modelling to pornography. He was surprised to find that despite her awkward demeanor, her cunt proved to be more than a little wet.
Propped up on her elbows, Violett watched Steve. Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment as she spread her legs, putting herself on complete display, but while it felt humiliating, she also could not help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The two men’s attention was completely focused on her. And other men would see these pictures… would… touch themselves to her. The idea that she could meet some of those people who unbeknownst to her had seen her like this was a potent turn on for her.
“Reach down and spread your pussy lips for me!”
She followed the command without a moment’s hesitation. Reaching down with her right hand, she used her middle and ring finger to pull her labia apart. She bit her lip again as she felt how wet she was. Hearing the sound of a zipper, she looked up.
“Holy fuck!” she whispered inadvertently as she saw George pushing his shorts down to the floor, freeing what was by far the biggest cock she had ever seen. About nine inches long with pulsing veins ran along the shaft, which looked to be almost as thick as her wrist and ended in a big, mushroom-shaped head. With his grey pubic hair neatly trimmed, she had a clear view of George’s set of plum-sized, wrinkled stones.
The porn star caught her look and gave her a cocky wink in response, grabbing his monstrous member and stroking it lightly. The thought of having to fit that… thing into her body gave Violett a feeling of lightheadedness.
“Alright, Violett!” Steve pulled her attention back to him after getting his fill of shots of her spread pussy, “Turn over, please! Doggy-position!”
Violett swallowed hard at the last word, but complied nonetheless, rolling over onto her hands and knees.
Steve subconsciously licked his lips as Violett’s plump, little butt was presented right at his camera. While the slender girl had small tits, perfectly in line with her frame, her butt was quite a lot thicker, undoubtedly her most eye-catching feature. “Arch your back!” he told her and watched with satisfaction as the brunette followed, causing her petite pussy to bulge deliciously between her thighs while her buttocks also splayed, revealing a view at the pink iris of her puckered asshole.
“Look back at me, Violett! I want to see your ass and your face in the same shot! Very nice!” Steve smiled, snapping away as he stood up to get a perspective form higher up, making the blushing actress look all the more submissive as she stared back at him with big eyes.
“Now lower your face to the bed, Violett! Keep the eye contact with the camera, I still want to see that gorgeous face of yours! Beautiful! Now reach back with your hands and spread your ass-cheeks!”
Violett’s eyes widened at that request and her blush deepened. Nonetheless she obliged. Her fingertips sank deep into the firm tissue of her buttocks as she pulled them apart, shamefully presenting her tightest of holes.
“Well, fuck me silly!” George muttered from his chair, leaning forward for a closer look as Steve snapped away. The little slut’s asshole was a thing of perfection, light pink and tight, it just seemed to beg for attention. Almost a crime, he thought, that the majority of the world would not get to see these pictures.
“Very good! That should do for now,” Steve finally said, lowering the camera and Violett watched him as he walked over to his bag where he picked it for a small, professional video camera, “Let’s get started with the main project here!” He looked over at George, who nodded signaling his readiness for action.
“On the floor!” Steve commanded, pointing, “Get on your knees!”
“Like a slut…” George muttered with a grin, barely loud enough for her to hear.
Usually, she would have taken exception to being talked to like she was a dog, but now Violett meekly complied, and slid to the carpeted floor, watching wide-eyed as the man switched his camera on and pointed it at her face.
“Are you ready, Violett?”
She nodded, her heart racing inside her chest.
“Aaand… ACTION!”
“Hi, I’m Violett Beane and I’m paying with pussy!” she said straight into the camera, a wide, sparkling smile on her flushed face as she knelt naked on the floor.
Steve nodded in approval, a wide grin on his face as he took a second to pan down Violett’s bare body. He briefly zoomed in on her breasts for a screen-filling shot, capturing the small, bright pink nipples in 5k resolution before moving further down.
“Spread your thighs a bit more!” he directed, “Let us see that sexy cunt of yours!”
Violett complied, registering the crude choice of words, but nonetheless she shuffled her knees apart a bit further to allow Steve a close-up shot of her tight, smooth pussy before he stood back up.
“You really are a pretty, little thing, aren’t you?!” he said.
A moment of silence followed until Violett realized that apparently he wanted her to answer. She shrugged, unsure how else to reply to such a belittling compliment. “I guess…”
“You definitely are, sweetheart! Believe me!” Steve smiled, his tone taking a markedly sleazy turn, “So you are going to put on a show for us today. Tell me, what are you going to do?”
She took a deep breath before putting on a wide smile, right at the camera. “I’m going to do whatever I’m told to…” The line and its implications gave her chills, but at the same time she could feel just how wet her pussy was. The thought of the depravity of this situation really had its allure.
Steve certainly liked her reply. He laughed. “That’s right, Miss Beane, you will do what you are told. You are going to suck dick, you will give up that tight, little cunt of yours and you will get fucked in the ass… have you ever been fucked up your ass before, Violett?”
Her throat was tight as she stared at the camera and she needed a moment to gather herself enough for a reply. “No, I haven’t!” she answered truthfully.
“Never been fucked in the ass! Well that’s certainly something… Tell me, why are you giving up that pretty ass of yours to us?”
Violett almost frowned, irritated by the intrusive nature of the question and the direction it was aimed at. She only just caught herself, hiding behind her wide, professional smile. However, she could do nothing to hide the deepening blush of her face. “I’m doing this for my boyfriend!” she conceded, keeping her reply short.
Picking up on her curtness and deciding not to push her further, Steve moved on. He briefly panned over to George, who still sat in his chair and watched. “So this guy’s your co-star… What do you think of him?”
Glancing over, the brunette hesitated, again caught off guard. When she opened her mouth, George interrupted, a wide grin on his face. “Be honest!”
Violett sighed before giving in, admitting her honest opinion. “He’s old!”
Both men laughed at that. “That he is, my dear, you are right! What do you think about his cock though?!”
“It’s fucking huge!” she replied, this time without missing a beat as she stared at the porn star’s thick manhood. It was embarrassing to her given how much older than her shafthe was, but she felt her pussy twitch with excitement.
“Ever seen a dick as big as that one?”
“No,” she admitted.
“But you are curious about it, aren’t you?”
Glancing back at the camera, Violett bit her lip. “Yes!”
“Well, then, get over there and introduce yourself!” Steve directed, before stopping her with a sharp whistle when she moved to stand up, “Hands and knees, like a bitch! That juicy ass up in the air!”
Violett couldn’t help but glare at him for just a second for his rude tone, but nonetheless she complied. Slowly, she crawled, her eyes focused on George’s fat, towering cock. Steve took advantage of the opportunity to get right behind her and get an intrusive shot of Violett’s thick booty, capturing both her bare pussy as well as the pretty actress’ puckered asshole for the audience as she made her way over. He then quickly moved around her and next to George to film her as she arrived between her co-star’s thighs.
“Fuck, now that’s a sight,” the porn star growled in appreciation, a wide grin on his face, “You know, I did a bit of research on you, watched some of your work on the flight over here. You really look like you’re in need of a good fucking!”
Violett briefly glanced up at him before her focus shifted back to his cock. “Well, here’s your chance then…” She reached out with her right hand to grab his tool around the base and swallowed hard when she realized that she struggled to completely encircle the veiny shaft. The thought of this monster stretching her tight pussy made her head swim.
Nonetheless she put on a game face, determined not to show her nervousness and proceeded to slowly move her hand up and down, fascinated by how hard this monster felt in her palm.
Steve took a moment to film Violett’s hesitation, enjoying the flimsy and obvious mask of bravado she had put on. He had worked with a bunch of celebrities and starlets for these movies and there were essentially two types. Some of them were used to making this kind of deal. They had traded favors with agents, directors or producers to get to their opportunities and getting filmed while getting fucked was just another bridge for them. Daisy Ridley had not batted an eyelid as he had turned on the camera. She had sucked cocks, taken it in the ass and even been made airtight without so much as a second thought, performing for the camera to fulfill her part of a deal.
Violett obviously belonged to the second group. She definitely wasn’t used to any of this. Steve had heard her reasons for taking part in this and he could even respect those, but in the end this just made it more appealing. The fact she wasn’t a mindless whore made it more special to be able to treat her like one. And Steve knew he had picked the right man for the job…
“Suck my dick!” George demanded, getting impatient with the slow approach the actress took. He was eager to feel those soft, pink lips envelop his cock.
She swallowed hard. “This is it!” she thought. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and leaned in while gently pulling down the swarthy foreskin to expose his bulbous glans. Her small, pink tongue emerged and she gingerly licked his bellend. She shuddered slightly when her pussy twitched with primitive excitement as she got her first little taste.
“Oooh, such a whore!” George grunted, his voice elated.
Violett opened her eyes, glaring up at him, but when she saw him grin down on her she knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. Her fighting back would probably just make it a better, more satisfying show for him. Swallowing her anger, she instead slowly swiped the flat of her tongue along the underside of the older man’s cock, eliciting another throaty groan of approval.
She started licking along the underside of his cock, gently and slowly. To her relief, the taste was actually not bad, it seemed that he was professional enough to keep himself neat and clean and had showered not too long ago. Also, while she was not a size queen, the opportunity to experience such a porn-sized cock undeniably gave her a certain sense of excitement and it took very little time before she realized that a part of her enjoyed this.
Slowly and methodically, she began coating the underside of George’s cock with her spit. She knew that men were very visual creatures, that the show she put on was as important as the sensations she caused, so she made sure to look up at George with smoldering eyes as she placed whorish, open-mouthed licks along the underside of his fat cock.
“Not at me!” the porn star chided, pointing over to Steve who stood next to him, “Look at the camera!”
Violett followed the command, shifting her gaze a little to the right to stare straight down the lens while lapping at the entire length of his cock, starting at his wrinkled ball-sack and going all the way up to his purple tip. She then leaned in and George groaned in approval when her lips sealed tightly around his bellend and he felt her tongue flicker playfully against the small, sensitive slit.
“That’s it, you little Hollywood whore!” he grinned, leaning back in his chair, “Suck that dick! Play with my balls too!”
Obediently, she reached up with her free hand, cupping his nuts in her palm and began rubbing them. Timing her movements, she lazily bobbed up and down, never taking too much of his cock into her mouth as she began blowing him. While she had never handled a dick as big as this, she had her own experiences with blowjobs and a boyfriend to hone her skills on and she would show what she could do.
Constantly keeping eye contact with the camera, Violett slowly went deeper, working a fraction of an inch lower down on each stroke until his tip bumped against the back of her throat. This triggered a slight gag reflex, but she never missed a beat and soldiered on, firmly stroking the parts of his cock that her mouth wasn’t currently servicing with her free hand.
As far as George was concerned, this was a huge chance for him. He had heard rumors - beautiful female celebs starring in porn movies as a sort of quid pro quo - but he had not thought there was anything to it until just yesterday when Steve had called him and had invited him to spontaneously join him on a work trip. Even then he had thought it was just a prank and it had taken a notification that a huge sum of money was being transferred into his account as they spoke to convince him otherwise.
“That’s a good girl! Oh, she has a mean little tongue, this one!” he declared. He would absolutely wreck this bitch!
The gig was just too sweet to believe it. While he wouldn’t be able to brag about it to the world, he would be able to fuck famous actresses and singers, on film. Admittedly, when he had learnt that he would be shooting with an actress called Violett Beane, who he had never even heard of, he had been a bit disappointed. He had already envisioned himself fucking Scarlett Johannsson up her uppity ass or making Rihanna suck his cock and instead he was stuck with a c-lister.
When he had looked her up, his attitude had quickly changed however. A gorgeous face with beautiful eyes and soft, pink lips, as well as a slender body with a thick little booty (that he could admire in several bikini pics) alone were enough to make him look forward to this opportunity. The fact that she seemed to be a little do-gooder – a vegan who had taken her clothes off for a PETA add, in a long-term relationship with her high-school sweetheart – only made him want to fuck her harder. Added to that that she seemed to insist on marring her stunning body with a series of small, shitty tattoos and the aging porn star was determined to put her in her place. Given the reputation he had earned during his movies he knew that if Mr. Russell hired him, he wanted the certain level of domination that he was famous for and George would be damned if he would disappoint…
Violett moaned, letting the humming vibrations of her voice box reverberate through his shaft as she worked her way to the half-way mark of George’s nine inches. Eyes fixed on the camera, she held him there for a moment, firmly pressed against the back of her throat before she pulled back all the way and let him pop free.
“Goddamn!” she gasped, stroking his cock and spreading her slimy saliva along his entire length while she caught her breath, “I’m not sure I can handle this monster…” She played it up for the benefit of the camera, but the doubts were real. She was in for the ride of a lifetime.
To buy a little more time, she went low and engulfed George’s right nut with her lips, feeling the older man twitch with excitement when she sucked and let her tongue wildly lash against it. She spent a little time down there just licking his balls, switching back and forth. She knew this was a hell of a show for the camera as she lathered them up with her spit, but eventually she had to resume her main job.
Tracing along the underside of his cock with the very tip of her tongue, she made her way to the tip where she let a thick line of drool lewdly dribble right onto his glans, then used her palm to quickly spread it all over his shaft as lubrication. Then she resumed bobbing her head, sucking his cock with increasing pace as she took him deeper and deeper.
“Touch your pussy!” Steve directed, stepping back for a wider frame of the action, “Play with that slut cunt while you suck his cock, Violett!”
The actress moaned in reply, repeatedly triggering her own gag reflex as she let the blowjob get more animated. Still firmly stroking his shaft in sync with her bobbing head, her other hand moved down her slender body and between her thighs to find her own pussy wet with excitement. Her eyes fluttered when her fingertips made first contact with her clit, sending small jolts up her spine.
Steve knelt down to get a better shot. Zooming in, he filmed Violett’s fingers moving quickly and rubbing her pussy in small circles before he swiftly moved around her. He lowered the camera almost down to the carpet and came as close as he could without becoming a distraction.
The result caused him to smile. What he got was an ultra-close-up of Violet’s pussy lips, shifting with the circling motions of her fingers. She was visibly wet, her girly essence smeared along the edges of her lips. This hole was ready to be fucked!
Violett sensed him moving around behind her and couldn’t help but shift. The thought of being filmed like this was still alien to her. Explicit footage of her sucking some guy’s huge prick out there for an elite circle of powerful men to jerk off to. They would see her in ways nobody but her boyfriend had seen her.
SMACK!
The brunette gasped in shock and choked on the cock deep inside her mouth when George leaned over her in his seat and delivered a harsh, loud spank to her left ass-cheek.
“Fuck, this is a nice, thick booty!” he grinned, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh, causing Violett to whimper. Alarm bells shrilled in her head when she then felt him pull her buttock to the side, spreading her for the camera, “Make sure to get a good shot of her asshole, too, Steve! People like seeing a slut’s tight asshole!”
Instinctively, Violett tried to pull back and protest the disrespectful treatment, but before she could do so, George’s other hand grabbed a strong hold of the back of her head and kept her in place, three inches of hard manmeat stopping her from speaking up. All she could do was mumble disapprovingly as she felt Steve film her virgin sphincter for several seconds, making for a humiliating experience.
“Alright!” the cameraman nodded in satisfaction when he stood up, “Enough warming up, George! Fuck this whore’s mouth a little!”
Her eyes widened when she heard that and she looked up at her co-star, his cock still engulfed by her mouth. George leaned back, not before giving her blushing derriere another loud smack, and took a hold of her head with both hands. He grinned down at her with a look that made her uneasy.
“Mblssh?!” she mumbled, trying to plead with her eyes. She was not sure she was ready for this.
The older man’s face didn’t show a hint of sympathy. “Little Hollywood hussy!” he hissed at her before she felt his hands push her head down slowly, feeding her his cock. She gagged harshly when the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, but he didn’t let up, holding her in place and making her retch miserably. Raising her hands, she moved to push herself off of him.
“Stop that!” George’s sharp voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Her eyes watering, she looked up at him. “Cross your wrists behind your back! I want to fuck your slut throat and you’re going to let me, understood?!”
He could see in her eyes how she disliked him talking to her like that. Nonetheless she complied, moving her hands behind her back and fully giving up control to him. He acknowledged this by grinding his cock against her tonsils, triggering another retching fit that made him chuckle.
“Relax now, bitch!” he told her, “Let me in that throat of yours!”
Her eyes were glassy as she glared up at him. A pair of sparkling, gag-induced tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving dark traces of her subtly applied mascara, the first marks on her flawless face. She struggled for a moment longer, unused to the big cock blocking her mouth, before she regained her composure enough to relax her throat.
“There you go!” George groaned as he felt the tiny opening at the back of her mouth expand and give way to his cock, allowing him to slide into the wet warmth of her throat. He used both hands to force the actress down deeper, watching her eyes widening as she deepthroated, evidently for the first time in her life.
A wide smile was etched into Steve’s face while he filmed the show. The gorgeous, young brunette on her knees, her hands clasped behind her back as the much older, heavy-set man bounced her head up and down in his lap with a huge grin on his face. The viewers would get a huge kick out of this visual.
“Grgh! Grgh! Grgh!” Violett hardly shared the men’s enthusiasm as she was getting her throat fucked, struggling to keep her gag reflex under control. With the floodgates opened, more and more tears ran down her face, marring her blushing features. She did her best to breathe, but as George forced her mouth deeper and deeper on his cock, she barely got any air whatsoever. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from a porn shoot, but this was not it. This was humiliating!
Nonetheless, she complied with what they were doing to her. Her hands squeezed each other so tightly that the knuckles on her fingers blanched as she was fed another inch of cock. She had decided to make this deal, now it was time to pay the piper. There was no way she’d pussy out of this!
George gritted his teeth at the sensations caused by the young woman’s throat. He had to give it to her: while he could tell that she was inexperienced, she definitely was game and ready to stand by her word. He appreciated that. It would make turning her into a whimpering, cum-drunk mess just all the sweeter.
“Make her go all the way down to the balls!” Steve ordered from the sidelines. He was fascinated by how Violett’s slender, petite throat stretched and expanded, clearly showing the outline of George’s massive cock as he worked himself deeper. The camera also picked up the strained, gargling sounds she made as she was facefucked.
George nodded to acknowledge the direction. He was ready to sink the final two inches of his cock inside her throat when he saw Violett squeeze her eyes shut, steeling herself for the onslaught.
“Oh, no no no, bitch!” he chided her, “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you swallow my entire sword!” Grinning widely, he placed the pads of his thumbs on her eyelids and forced them open, making Violett stare right at his crotch as he then proceeded to pull her down.
“GRRRRRRRKH!” Unable to stop herself, Violett retched miserably as the bulbous head tunneled deeper into her throat, causing an explosion of slimy spit to burst from her mouth and splatter all over George’s crotch. The porn star registered this with a chuckle, but didn’t let up. Instead he crammed the final inch of his cock into her mouth, squishing her dainty nose into his saliva-coated crotch and holding her there.
“Ooooh! That’s it, you little cunt!” he groaned in bliss, basking in the sensations of Violett’s rolling throat as she tried her best to control her gag reflex.
Meanwhile, the brunette was in absolute distress. Unable to breathe and with her oxygen supply running low, she struggled to sit still. Her body started to buck, but she was easily held in place by the older man, keeping his cock lodged deep in her throat while forcing her to watch.
“GRRRLSH!” another wave of spit burst from her mouth, adding to the mess on George’s lap and causing him to laugh. He held her down for another couple of seconds, making it a point to rub is balls against her chin as her oxygen depleted, before he finally let her up.
Violett wheezed as she straightened herself. Another portion of drool followed and splattered all over her tits as she spat out the big cock, but for the moment she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Instead, she was focused on hauling air into her lungs. She hoped for a brief respite, but that hope was dashed when her hair was roughly grabbed again with one hand and another firmly slapped her across the face, making her gasp.
“Look at you!” George chuckled, following up with another, equally stinging backhand to the other cheek, “Guess I made a mess of you, pretty girl!”
The actress groaned, blinking rapidly. He assumed that she had never been smacked before. Well, she would get used to it…
Steve was utterly satisfied. This was exactly what he had wanted when he offered the veteran porn star this opportunity. While Violett had looked absolutely delectable when she had entered this room earlier, that perfect façade was stripped away now. Her eyes were red-shot and glassy, her face and cleavage were flushed red. Her neatly styled, shoulder-length brunette hair was a tussled mess, her dark mascara was ruined, running down her face in dark streaks and her chin was utterly coated in rapidly drying spit that fell heavily down onto her petite breasts. The audience would be very pleased.
The less known the actress wanting to make a deal was, the more she had to pay and Violett Beane was not exactly an a-lister. That soft, pink cunt of hers would have to take quite a pounding and from the look on her face, she was waking up to that reality.
“Get up!” he directed, his voice firm, “Time to fuck!”
Blinking, Violett glanced over at the cameraman, still struggling to get her breath under control. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, shocked at the mess she found. Taking another couple of breaths, she stood. Her knees felt shaky and for a second she thought she might fall over, but she caught herself and moved groggily to straddle her co-star’s lap.
“No!” Steve stopped her. “The other way around. Whores fuck reverse cowgirl!”
There was no backing out of this now, no reason to go easy on her and she knew it...
Wordlessly, she complied, turning to face away from the older man who grinned like a kid on Christmas and immediately grabbed her tight ass with both hands.
She moaned as her butt was molested, but offered no complaint. Instead, she backed herself up between his spread knees, then bent over and reached back between her legs to grab George’s fat, spit-coated cock.
“Spread your pussy lips, bitch!” George demanded and Steve moved in close beside him to capture Violett reaching back with the fore and middle finger of her free hand and spreading her tight slit to expose her rich inner pink, gleaming with her excitement.
“Look back at the camera!” Steve ordered, determined to get both the look on her face as well as the moment of first penetration into the same shot. The actress obliged, turning her head to peer back through her tussled hair as she placed the tip of George’s cock against her nether hole. The grey-haired porn star helpfully grabbed a hold of her hips, aiding her in controlling her movements as she slowly lowered her pussy on to him.
“Fuuuuck!” Both partners moaned in unison as George’s thick tip penetrated Violett’s pussy, stretching her wide open and sinking deep inside. Violett’s eyes fluttered with the sensation, never having felt quite as full before. The long lead-up and foreplay had left her soaking wet and despite his size her vagina took him easily, with hardly any pain and she almost sank halfway down his shaft on the first thrust.
“God, you’re such a snug little slut!” George groaned, as he watched her. He let her take her time, knowing that allowing her to settle into this at her own pace would pay dividends later on. So for now all he did was help her keep her balance and enjoy the show as the actress’ booty lifted slightly before pushing down again, her pink snatch swallowing up his rod inch by inch.
“Nnnrrrgh!” Violett let out a strained whimper, eyes closing and brow furrowing when her ass-cheeks made first contact with George’s lap, the entirety of his massive cock buried inside her pussy. She felt so incredibly full, so utterly stretched.
Neither man said a word, letting the young woman have her moment instead while Steve moved to capture the show of emotions that played out on her face, then stepped back to get a full-body shot of the fucking pair.
Violett took another couple of seconds to allow herself to accommodate and get used to the huge, steely pole of flesh distending her pussy before she slowly lifted her hips. She gave a small, feminine gasp as she slid back down, her nerve endings firing at full force and making her feel incredible. George’s right hand slipped away from her waist to cup another feel of her buttock, giving it a firm squeeze, then helping her lift her hips for another thrust.
“God, that’s some fine pussy!” she heard George grunt behind her as she slowly worked herself into a rhythm, bouncing herself up and down on his lap. Opening her eyes, she found Steve kneeling right in front of her, his camera pointed straight at her pussy as she fucked, securing a good shot of the way her soft, supple lips wrapped around his shaft. They briefly made eye-contact and he winked at her.
“Grope her titties!” he directed towards George, who immediately complied and firmly grabbed one petite breast in each hand. His thumb and forefinger quickly found her pink nipples and pinched them, making her gasp and blush as she rode his cock.
“Fuck! Ohgod…” Violett muttered. Her brain was struggling to deal with the sensations she experienced. She had been away from her boyfriend due to work for over two weeks now and frustrations had definitely pent up. She had played with herself to relieve the worst of the tensions, but nonetheless she had found herself craving sex for the last couple of days. Now, not only did she get what her body had longed for, but despite herself she had to admit that the porn star’s sizable cock just felt amazing. Not only that he was big, but to her shame she also found the entire situation just turned her on. She was cheating on her boyfriend, she was fucking a man old enough to be her father who didn’t see her as anything but a hot slut to be used, all this getting filmed in return for a favor… the sheer debauchery turned her on in ways she never thought possible.
“Fuck! Mmmmmh…” she moaned, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. Bracing her hands on George’s knees, she adjusted her weight slightly which allowed her to move more freely and after a few exploratory thrusts she felt like she could handle the big cock a bit better, settling for short, quick, thrusts.
“Oh yeah, now that’s a sight…” George praised, his eyes glued to Violett’s jiggling ass-cheeks as she gyrated on his cock, “Bitch is twerking on my dick!”
Violett smiled at the old man’s words. She knew it was her current state of dick-drunkenness, but she did not mind the brash tone. She enjoyed putting on a lewd show for him, enjoyed feeling his gaze on her ass while her buttocks bounced up and down and it only inspired her to roll her hips with more vigor. For the moment, her morals and nerves were completely forgotten.
Her eyes blazed with need as she peered back over her shoulder at her co-star, giving him a sensual look. “Fuck me!” she moaned back at him, “Fuck my tight, little pussy!”
“Whore!” George grinned smugly, briefly letting go of Violett’s left tit to deliver a hard slap to her already reddened butt, eliciting a girly gasp.
SMACK!
“Fuck!” Violett whimpered, closing her eyes briefly as she felt the stinging pain blossoming in her booty. All it did was encourage her to quicken her pace even more, shaking her ass on his cock. She was so utterly wet! So stretched! A spark of electricity flashed inside her stomach and she realized that, already, she was heading towards an orgasm.
The experienced porn star immediately read her realization in her furrowing brow. Her sultry moans and whimpers turned a bit throatier, a bit more guttural. Her breathing quickened. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of her small breasts, grabbing them almost brutally as he leaned forward.
“Cum for me!” he hissed at her, feeling the thrusts of her wet pussy quicken, “Cum for me like the little bitch that you are!”
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