Pleasure Principle Ch. 1
Starring: Demi Rose Mawby
Themes: Romance, Porn Star, Mystery/Suspense
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This story was written for my friend Osmar as a
Patreon request. The entire plot, names and storyline came from him. Credit to him for the ideas and I'm honored he chose me to write it.
Los Angeles, CaliforniaBirds chirped as the blur of cars passing through the streets made little action in the scenery. The motor sounds were faint, unless someone was leaving the park to step onto the sidewalks. A dirt path led past tall trees and onto fresh green grass. The path branched off in the center of the park, leading to multiple paths to cover paths in four ways. All of them led outside to sidewalks back into the city. Benches were lined under trees along the way to give shade to anyone sitting to enjoy the warm weather and outdoor ambience. The daytime saw many different people come and go before the sunset. During the afternoon hours on week days, a couple made it a routine to walk in the park and have a seat at the same bench for the past month. The event had become routine for them to the point that the park security recognized the man and woman.
Life had not been kind to Demi Rose Mawby in the past seven months. Everything in her world went into a tailspin when she was dropped from an agency. The British glamour model became stuck in the state of California during the aftermath of her fading career. She thought that she had her FansOnly content to fall back on. Little did she know the contract she signed with management took that from her. She could still post photoshoots, but the days of seeing a profit from it were over. All had felt lost and hopeless for her. The career she had as an independent model was quickly fading away. Her former management created a façade online by recycling her content over the past four years. Demi had no control over it anymore. She felt that the agency had taken advantage of her. All she had left was her friends and loyal boyfriend, who had kept her sane over the past several months.
Demi felt she could rely on Osmar Johnson. He had seen her pain and been there to give her a shoulder to lean on. He was in his mid-twenties, but Demi was unsure how old he truly was since he had yet to have a birthday. His hair extended past his ears, brushed in swoops with a split down the side. He was taller than her with a slim body, dark hair, and sporting a black beard and mustache with his face. That was his normal appearance, but today he had shaved his face clean. His brown eyes matched hers. Demi met him on a trip to Egypt last year. By the time they committed to a relationship, they found themselves traveling to Spain, England, and finally to the United States, where they were currently lingering. Neither of them had the cash to leave and go back home to Ibiza. Demi's luxury home was bought and paid for, but people who worked at the management company had seized it like a piece of territory. She knew better than to go back alone.
"I can't help but wonder what we'd be doing if we were in London right now."
Osmar spoke as he leaned back on the bench. Demi's eyes wandered over to his kind face. His smile was enough for her to forget about stresses at the moment. Osmar was a businessman whose stock trading had hit hard times when he first met Demi. Early in their relationship, they bonded over similar interests with traveling and sex. He was drawn to Demi's voluptuous body, and she reveled in the attention he gave her. Before the downturn of her career, she was proud to show off. Now they bonded over the hard times, barely able to enjoy life with their own money they had earned from their respective career choices.
"I miss the Ibiza sunsets. There's nothing more beautiful than watching the sun sink in those waters."
Demi replied as she leaned back with him on the bench. She was wearing a yellow crop top, revealing a bit of her cleavage as it contained her large breasts. Her thick booty was hidden in a matching skirt that complimented her choice of shirt. Demi's long brunette hair was pinned behind her in a loose ponytail, so Osmar could see every inch of her lovely face. His casual outfit of the day was a simple blue polo shirt with three buttons and a pair of denim blue jeans.
"I think we'll see them again. Just got to get through the times right now."
His reply was reassuring as ever. Osmar wasn't sure how they could get her business back, but he was still confident. Demi would talk often about having a 'lucky break' somewhere down the line. She tried to regain control of her FansOnly page through a few connections she had. As the months went on, she wasn't sure if it would ever work out. They couldn't live off each other's savings forever. Every day, Demi thought of how much money she could be spending right now on new outfits and photography sessions. Now wasn't the time to think about this. She just wanted to sit back and enjoy the beautiful day outside, so Demi changed the subject.
"I think we should find a movie to watch tonight."
"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind then?"
"I don't know. Maybe like Snow White. It's one of my favorites. I need something to relax to."
As he smiled, the sound of footsteps could be heard rustling among the leaves and grass nearby. Neither of them paid it much attention since strangers were always passing through. A few seconds later, a shadow fell over them. Demi turned to see a man standing in front of the park bench wearing a black suit. The jacket was undone to show a white shirt tucked in and a navy blue tie. His face was clean shaven. Pale skin and fading brown hair gave a hint of his age.
"Who are you two?"
The man greeted them with a question in a low voice.
"We're a couple."
Osmar's reply made the man raise his eyebrows. He looked over at Demi whom now had his complete attention.
"Who are you, sir?"
Her English accent made him smile.
"I'm Drew Warner. Are you Miss Demi Rose Mawby?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I am."
She offered a friendly smile. Osmar was taken aback by how this stranger seemed to know her identity.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you this week, Miss Mawby. I wasn't sure where to find you."
"How did you find me?"
"There was a rumor going around that you were in L.A. Some people didn't believe it was true, but I did."
As he spoke, Osmar quietly thought to himself. They had a few friends in L.A., and Demi had a new hidden social media account. Maybe they had been in town long enough for a rumor to circulate.
"What do you want from me?"
Drew smiled at Demi's question.
"I've come to give you an offer that you can't refuse."
He cracked up, laughing in an almost hoarse voice.
"That's what I always tell girls when I see them in person like this."
"I'm going to assume that you tried to contact me by my FansOnly page or social media profiles?"
The older man shook his head.
"I have not. I wouldn't know if I was really talking to you if I did that."
An intriguing choice of words for a reply, Demi thought to herself. Maybe he was aware of how managers handled those online profiles.
"So what's your offer?"
The older man stopped and looked her in the eyes.
"Fifty thousand dollars in exchange for your cooperation with a film production in a Majestic hotel room."
The Majestic was an international hotel chain. Demi was familiar with that name since she had stayed in several of their resorts across the world when traveling. Hearing that word brought back some memories of her travels.
"What kind of filming are you talking about? Will this be a photo shoot?"
Drew smiled as he continued.
"No, it's something far better. A professional sex tape. One with a world famous influencer."
Hearing this made Osmar roll his eyes. Not only did this sound far fetched, he didn't see Demi agreeing to such a thing. As he shook his head, the old man further described the deal to Demi.
"Fifty grand is what you would be paid for the video itself. You could earn even more than that depending on how many views and clicks it gets online. That percentage of earnings will be deposited to whatever bank account you provide us with. We have everything set up back at the hotel, you can call your agent or anyone you want before making the deal."
A five figure payment was something Demi had not seen in many months. Osmar was confident she would reply in a resounding rejection to such a preposterous deal. The only accurate thing he stated was that she was an influencer on top of being a recognized glamour model.
"Is there a way you can show me the money?"
Demi's reply shocked Osmar. He looked at her as Drew opened his jacket and flashed two wads of cash bundled in the inner pocket of his suit. He grabbed them both, showing Demi the bundles of money in American hundred dollar bills. She held her hands out for him to place the money. Osmar leaned in, looking at the shiny gold clips around the stacks of money. They were both thick, all hundreds and smelling fresh. The money was definitely authentic as they studied it. Demi smiled at the man, not hesitating to reply.
"This is definitely an offer I can't say no to. We'll need to discuss the video further. When can we begin shooting?"
"Anytime you're ready."
Stunned at her words, Osmar grabbed Demi's left wrist and shook his head.
"You can't be serious about this!"
Demi clutched the wads of cash tightly as she looked back at her boyfriend. His expression told her all she needed to know, seeing the distraught pain in his eyes. She looked back at Drew for a moment.
"Can you excuse us for a moment?"
"Sure, I'll give you some privacy."
As soon as he walked off, Osmar shouted.
"I can't believe this. The man is a complete stranger and just hands you over cash, and you agree to make a porno with him? Have you lost your mind, Demi?"
"Osmar, listen to me! We need the money. All we ever talk about every bloody night is how we don't have enough money to go anywhere. Don't you want to find a solution instead of us just complaining all the time?"
Shaking his head, he sighed.
"You call this a solution? You're basically going to get fucked while some other guy is filming the entire thing. Then it's going to be posted online for the world to see."
"You're leaving out that I'm holding fifty grand in my hands. Imagine how much more money I could earn if it blows up online. The gentleman is right, I am a famous influencer. If I weren't, he wouldn't be offering such a large sum of cash like this."
Her British accent came out as strong as her rebuttal. Demi wasn't listening to his weak argument. Osmar looked away from her and exhaled a frustrated sigh. She knew he was hurt, so she needed to calm his mind.
"Listen to me, dear. I love you. After all the things we've been through, I truly do mean that."
"I love you too, Demi. This is just... it's just..."
Dropping one of the stacks of money in her lap, she reached with her right hand to touch his wrist. Osmar slid his palm to meet hers, lacing their fingers together. The feeling of her hand against his brought him some relief. That was the power of her touch, even when he felt as uncomfortable as now in this situation.
"I love you too. We need the money right now more than anything. There won't be anything from this. My heart is yours, and I would never give it to anyone else, especially not a stranger. Think of it like business. Whoever I'm with, I won't be seeing them again after today."
Exhaling in relief, Osmar let her words sink in. Demi used her left hand to drop one of the wads of cash in his lap. Then she did the same with the other. She wouldn't have trusted anyone else in her life to hold such a large amount of money. As she looked into his eyes, she smiled, knowing he would understand with his open mind. After another deep breath, Osmar nodded.
"Okay. I don't like this, but I understand."
"Take the money back to our apartment. When I'm back, we will have it."
Drew watched from the distance, and Demi knew the older man was there. Unless he had hearing damage, he was likely eavesdropping on their conversation. Demi turned her head, glancing in his direction to see how he would react.
"Have you changed your mind?"
Demi shook her as she got up from the bench.
"No, I want to do it. Can you take me to the hotel now?"
Drew seemed surprised by her eagerness, cracking a smile on his aged face.
"Sure. Will your boyfriend be coming along?"
"No. Can you arrange something to drop me off at my apartment after we're done?"
"Of course, that won't be a problem at all, Miss Mawby. I have a car waiting across the street from here. Since you're ready, we can go now."
She nodded at Drew, replying softly.
"Let's get this show on the road."
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2 HOURS LATER
A tripod was unfolded across from the bed, sitting on the floor. On top was a mounted camera with a ring for LED lighting. Off to the right side of the room was a camera station with a similar mount. A third camera was sitting on a nightstand that had been pulled away from the bed. The bed was made up of black sheets that matched a pillow discarded to the floor. There was no need for it to be in the way. The walls were a plain gray color lacking any wallpaper design. When Demi arrived, she saw the small set to create the staged sex tape. Before she entered the door, Drew made a phone call from the car to give the men the signal to begin setting everything up. There were three men in the room to greet her. Two were cameramen, both tall guys wearing white T-shirts and jean shorts. One of them had a blue baseball cap on. The other had a slight beard. Demi didn't pay them much attention when they introduced themselves. Her attention was captured by the third man standing in only a towel.
His tall body was clean of any hair. Only a handlebar shaped brown mustache above his upper lip matching his slicked back hair. His name was Billy, or so he said. Without him telling her, Demi knew he was the male co-star of this video. He would go on to confirm her assumption after they shook hands. When she first entered the room, he was sitting on the bed, looking at the flat screen of his smartphone. Drew told Demi that she would have plenty of time to prepare herself before the cameras were turned on. She wanted to take an hour to talk to Billy and set boundaries. But first, Drew pulled her aside to ask legal questions. Anything regarding an agent or lawyer. She was expecting him to give her an NDA to sign, but that discussion never came up. She felt safe around the men despite them being complete strangers to her.
Next up was Billy who wanted to discuss boundaries and make agreements on the sex. It was only fair to get herself comfortable with the man. The first question she was asked was in regards to how comfortable she would be with other men watching the sex acts. Demi assured him that she didn't have a problem with this. Billy informed her that this scene was to be what he described as 'boy-girl'. Demi was unfamiliar with pornography terms like that. She agreed to give him a blowjob, a titwank, and then the normal penetration that would be done in multiple positions. Anal was off limits, but she agreed to letting him spank her ass when a doggy style position was to be made. After their chat, she went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Drew watched her drink the entire thing in a few gulps. Refreshed and ready, Demi took a deep breath and then told the man she was ready to begin. Drew told her to go to the bathroom and strip down. Her casual outfit was replaced with a white bath towel.
Demi tucked the towel around her waist to make a V shape from her neck, exposing her busty cleavage. The final preparations were made with moving some of the cameras back. One would be rolling at all times. The other would capture the scene from alternate angles to be edited into the final video. Billy joked to Demi that they had matching outfits right now. She blushed, laughing at him before she was instructed to sit down on the bed. Her long brown hair was fixed behind her shoulders. Demi looked into the camera and adjusted her towel, making sure that her boobs looked as if they were about to pop out. Her feet were visible, showing her freshly manicured, unpainted toenails. She folded her hands while looking directly into the main camera. The other cameraman moved into position from across the room, stepping to the left side while Billy moved in front.
"Are you ready, Demi?"
"Yes, I'm ready to begin."
"Okay, listen to me. I'm gonna ask you some questions. Make sure you look into the camera when you answer them."
Demi smiled and nodded. Billy dropped his towel, standing naked with his erecting cock almost ready to go. She noticed it dangling between his legs until his right hand grasped at it. One of the cameramen cleared his throat and spoke.
"And we are starting now! One, two, three! Action!"
She looked into the camera, blinking her eyes.
"So... Demi Rose Mawby, is that your name?"
"Indeed it is."
Billy carried on speaking as the camera focused on her sitting.
"You're here to do some kinky stuff today, huh?"
"That is correct."
"So, do you have a boyfriend?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
He chuckled at her reply. His fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking back and forth as he spoke.
"Does he know you're here about to do some wild things on camera?"
Demi smirked, blushing.
"He knows where I am. He knows I'm with a complete stranger right now."
"Do you love him?"
"I certainly do."
"Not many men would trust their girlfriend to come here and get behind the cameras. So are you ready to get naked for us, Demi?"
"Yes."
"Stand up and do it then."
Rising from the bed, Demi kept her eyes on the camera as she stood. Her hands loosened the towel wrapped around her hourglass figure. She carefully pulled it from her body and dropped the towel to the floor. Standing naked in all her glory, she closed her eyes for a moment as the camera focused on her. Having stood naked in front of cameras hundreds of times before, Demi didn't feel indifferent posing nude. Her huge tits were exposed up top. Below, the camera was able to focus on the pretty, pink folds of her wet pussy. Not a single hair was anywhere on her flawless body. She opened her eyes, giving an innocent smile to the camera as she turned to her right side. Billy moaned at the sight of her booty just before she fully turned around to reveal it.
"Wow. Your ass is the most beautiful landscape I've ever seen."
The strong compliment made Demi smile. She brought her right hand down and gripped one of her ass cheeks, showing the camera just how juicy and firm it was. Bending over, she made her epic booty shake. The cheeks clapped together as she ran her hands through her hair. From the back of the room, Drew observed the teasing act Demi put on. She had the natural talent of a performer, knowing just how to use her body in the art of seduction to entice viewers. Billy was stroking his cock at every small movement she made. When she turned around to face the camera, he stepped into the frame. Demi glanced away from the lens to make eye contact with him. Billy smiled as he pressed his hands against her breasts. He leaned in, locking lips with her. Demi moaned into his mouth before kissing him passionately.
This was the beginning of their session. She traded kisses with him as his warm hands squeezed her boobs. After the kisses, Demi glanced down to see his cock. It was hard and ready for her. She saw no reason to waste time with the cameras rolling. Billy's hands moved back to her tits. He fondled them together before gently squeezing again. Demi pressed her open palms against his chest and began to lower herself down to her knees. The other cameraman quietly stepped in from another angle, holding his camera above her head to capture the moment of her big brown eyes gazing up at Billy as her knees hit the soft, beige colored carpet floor. Billy let go of his cock so Demi could replace his hand with her own fingers. She gripped it from the base. He shaved all his pubic hair so there was none of it rustling near her pinky. Bringing it to her lips, she began the blowjob by kissing the head of his dick. When she enveloped her lips around it, the cameras zoomed in.
Silence fell over the room. The quiet mood made it easier for the cameras to record all of the sucking noises Demi's mouth was making. She maintained eye contact with Billy as she bobbed her head up and down. 'Mmmmmmmm,' Demi moaned muffled noises. She pulled her lips back, releasing his shaft from her lips with an audible pop. Her eyes gazed away from her face and at the delicious pole that awaited her mouth again. Demi undid her pinky and ring fingers from the base, gripping him only with three fingers. This would give her more room to suck when she went back down on it. But for now, she licked the left side of his dick, moving her tongue back and forth. Demi was still thinking of ways to tease him to drag this act out longer. Through the conversations she shared with Drew and Billy, the one thing they didn't discuss was the length of the film. Everything was supposed to be improvised without worrying about the time.
That made her imagination run wild. Demi stopped licking the cock and lowered her head. The camera zoomed in when she gripped Billy's hairless ball sack with her free hand. She moved her face beneath his cock and began licking his balls. He groaned, taking deep breaths as Demi pushed one of his balls into her mouth. She used her right hand to stroke his cock, pumping her fingers up and down while sucking his ball sack. No words of praise were spoken, not that she needed to be told anything. The sound of his voice making low moans told Demi she was doing her job well to pleasure Billy. Not wanting to spend all her time sucking his balls, she stopped and lifted her head. As soon as her eyes set on him, Demi pushed his cock between her lips again. She started to bob her head up and down, moaning a muffled sound as she sucked him at a moderate pace. The man exhaled a deep breath before interrupting the quiet room.
"Fuck..."
The only word he uttered with a loud moan. Demi was hard at work, devouring his rod by the inch. She took her time sucking it to avoid going too fast. Billy was a professional who gave her a reason to expect him to last longer than her boyfriend would've. Closing her eyes, she pushed his cock as far as she could down her throat. She gagged with only an inch left to go, then pulled it from her mouth entirely. A string of saliva dangled from the head back to her lower lip. It broke away when she kissed the head while looking up at him with her innocent eyes. Demi wrapped her hands around his slick, wet dick and looked into his eyes.
"You like that?"
"Oh, yes. I think I should be asking you the same question. How do you like my dick?"
She started wanking him as she replied.
"It's so big."
Not much thought was put into her spoken words. Demi spoke the first words she thought would be uttered in a pornographic film. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out before slapping the head of his shaft against it. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed as Billy took a deep breath. She was in control now to decide what to do next. It would've been easy for her to go back down on his cock and suck it again, but Demi had other ideas. She let go of the base and brought her hands down to her big breasts. Billy knew what she was about to do. He stood there, allowing Demi to make the decision for their next act. She pushed her tits up and carefully placed his cock between them. One of the cameramen stepped closer, and Demi knew to look right at the camera and smile as she squeezed her tits around Billy's throbbing rod.
"Ohhhhhhhh, man..."
His voice was louder in that long moan. Demi gazed back at his face as she felt his cock thrusting between her tits. Billy assumed control by bucking his hips to fuck her tits. Demi looked down, watching the head poke up as he thrust. She spit on it and stuck her tongue out in time for the cameras to capture this moment from both angles.
"Oh my god, this feels so fucking good."
Billy's voice was low, almost whispering to her.
"Mmmmmmm, you like how my boobs feel around your cock?"
He ignored her dirty talk as he made another thrust, driving every inch of his cock between her breasts. When he pulled back, the entire length of his shaft disappeared between the fold. The head poked up again as Demi smirked.
"Mmmmmm, that's it. Fuck my tits."
Demi kept her eyes focused on Billy's face. Behind him, she could see one of the cameramen carefully leaning over to capture the footage from an alternate angle. The main camera could be seen from the corner of her right eye, but she paid it no mind. Her eyes remained locked on Billy's face as he continued thrusting his cock between her tits. This was something Demi loved. To feel every inch of a cock pumping between her boobs made her pussy soaking wet.
"You like that, Demi?"
"Mmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmm. I love it when I have a big fat cock right between my huge tits!"
She played into the dirty talk with a flair of her English accent. Billy continued to thrust, fucking her tits slightly faster. Demi glanced down again, watching the head poke up with each thrust. She stuck her tongue out, licking the head as it poked up. This made Billy pump faster, trying to bring the head of his pole into her lips. It couldn't quite reach, but that didn't stop Demi from licking it. When he groaned, she returned her gaze to his face, grinning at him. He slowed his movement to a near halt. One more hard thrust followed a second one, then Billy stopped and let out a loud moan.
"Your tits are awesome. I could fuck them all day, every day."
Blushing at his words, she giggled and let go of her tits. Billy planted his right hand on his hip, watching as Demi grabbed his cock again. She stroked it a few times, leaning in to kiss the head. When she pulled away from sucking, Billy knew it was time to create the first position for the penetration scenes. He pulled his cock away from her with his right hand, then patted the bed with his left.
"Come on, get up here and show me that big, juicy ass again."
So doggy style was to be the first position, Demi thought to herself. She got up from her knees and stomped her feet into the floor to make her ass cheeks tremble. The main camera zoomed in, focusing on her climbing onto the bed. Demi sat up on her knees, pushing her ass out far enough to split the crack. Billy ran his right hand up the left cheek, softly caressing her booty. He pulled his hand back and slapped her ass. Demi moaned, swinging her hair around to glance across her right shoulder. When she saw him climbing onto the bed, she turned and assumed the position on all fours. The other cameraman stepped around to the opposite end of the bed, where he would be filming behind Billy's shoulder again. Demi felt the movement of the mattress as Billy climbed onto the bed and moved behind her. The main camera would have a full view of this position from the side.
She turned her head, looking into the lens as she felt his cock rubbing between her thighs. Demi wanted to play it up, so she bit her lower lip and made a muffled moan. She swallowed her breath upon feeling the head of Billy's pole pushing beyond her wet folds. As he entered her, she curled her lips into a smug grin and closed her eyes. A moan was shared between both of them with their voices uniting in a chorus of pleasure. Her hands pressed down into the bed sheets. Demi spread her fingers as she felt his cock driving into her tight cunt. Billy went slow at first, taking his time like a gentleman. She was relieved that he didn't begin with hard thrusts. Demi braced herself, closing her eyes as she raised her head. She felt the second thrust and then a third one. She raised her head as he seemed to find a rhythm pumping inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhh, yes!!"
As she moaned, Billy slapped her ass. It was the left cheek, directly in view of the main camera. Demi gripped the bed sheets as she could feel several inches of his dick driving into her. She began to wonder if she should exaggerate moans for additional effect or let them flow naturally. So far, this didn't feel like acting to Demi. She was enjoying the sensation of being fucked while filmed. Her breasts were swinging from underneath as her thick booty cheeks clapped against Billy's skin. He spanked her again as she moaned to him.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Give it to me!"
Spank! His hand came down on her ass again. Demi kept her eyes shut and pushed back, meeting his thrusts. Billy responded with another smack on her booty. The bed was shaking as he fucked her. Her moans grew louder as Demi found herself lost in the pleasure. She forgot all about the rolling cameras now. She stopped pushing back, letting Billy have complete control. He slowed down, making a few more thrusts, and then pulled his cock out of her pussy. The absent feeling of his rod leaving snapped Demi back into the reality of this situation. Her eyes opened as she felt him moving around on the bed. He sat down at the edge, directly in position of the main camera.
"Come here, babe. Get on top of me."
As Demi crawled over, Billy moved his arms to her waist. She thought he wanted her to get on top to ride him. That was only halfway correct. Billy guided her into a reverse of the cowgirl position. It didn't dawn on Demi why he was doing this until she gazed forward at the main camera station. Only then did it make sense to her to create this position she had never been in before. Reaching for his cock, Demi held it up and then raised herself up slightly to hover her pussy above it.
"That's it, that's it... Just like that."
Looking at the camera, Demi believed that the lens had to be zoomed in to her pussy. He wouldn't have desired this position for any other reason. The other camera was tilted down, no doubt zoomed in at the sight of her pink vulva lips. Biting her lower lip, she purred as she slowly lowered herself down, sinking his cock inside her. Billy's hands gripped her hips to avoid her boobs for one obvious reason. They were meant to shake in front of the camera. Billy began to buck his hips, driving his cock into her again. Demi closed her eyes, feeling her body rock as her tits began swinging around.
"Ohhhhhh, god! Yes! Yessssss!!"
Smacking sounds were heard from her jiggling booty cheeks rubbing up against him. Billy's fingers tightened the grip on her hips as he held Demi in place. His professional ability and talent as a performer were put on display as she screamed in her British voice to his hard thrusts.
"OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHH!! FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE!!"
Demi didn't know how long she would be able to withstand being fucked in this position. Her breasts were shaking and clapping together. She pushed her hands down into the bed sheets, gripping and pulling at them as her toes curled. She had said the two special words she assumed were a big deal in porn videos. Now she couldn't stop herself from screaming them again.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEE!!"
Billy's hands let go of her hips and grabbed her breasts. Demi squealed as she felt him squeezing them hard. He continued to buck his hips to keep his cock pumping inside her as she cried in pleasure.
"OHHHHHH, GOD!! FUCK!!"
He suddenly slowed his thrusts down, and that was how she knew he was ready to switch positions again. Deep exhaled a few deep breaths as she felt one of his arms wrap around her stomach. She opened her eyes and briefly gazed into the camera. 'Time to change up,' Billy whispered in a low voice that could be edited out in the video later. Demi climbed off him, slipping his cock out of her cunt. He helped her get up from the bed as he stood. With his left hand, he motioned for her to lie on her back. This must have been a hint to form the missionary position. Demi was familiar with this, since she had done it several times before with her boyfriend. As she spread her legs, Billy got between them. She looked at his face, ignoring the movement from the corner of her eye with the alternate cameraman stepping in. Billy turned his head and snapped his fingers at the man.
What Demi didn't know was that this was a quiet gesture for the man to hand Billy the camera. From where they were positioned on the bed, it blocked out the main cameraman from getting any angle except the view of Billy's bare buttocks. Demi watched him mount the camera on his left shoulder, gonzo style. He aimed the lens down at her pussy while using his other hand to rub against her wet folds. Demi moaned, moving her hands to her breasts. She just had to pinch her own nipples as he sank his cock back into her womanhood. As she moaned at the first thrusts he made, Billy shifted the lens of the camera. Demi watched it move from her flat stomach, up to her breasts, and finally settling on her face. He used his other hand to carefully adjust the round cannon lens, zooming out to capture the image of her full, hourglass figure as he fucked her.
"Fuck me."
She knew just what to say while looking up at the camera. Two simple words were all that was required to play her part. Demi spread her legs out further, proving she had some flexible muscles within her thick shape. Billy lowered his left hand, pressing his palm against her stomach just directly above her belly button. He had to press down on something to keep her in place while gripping the camera with his other arm. Demi thought he was hinting to grab one of her breasts, so she moved her hands away. She crossed her elbows to move her hands behind her head, creating a submissive pose.
"Keep fucking me! Ohhhhh, yes! Ohhhhhhhh, god!!"
Throwing her head back, Demi closed her eyes. She could feel his warm palm pressing against her smooth, firm skin while his cock was pumping in and out of her cunt. Billy was proving once again to be a professional in the art of fucking. The camera didn't shake in his grasp. He was able to keep it steady, filming every passing second as he pounded his cock into her tight pussy. Demi felt obliged to beg.
"Make me cum! Ohhhhh, please!"
Billy still didn't speak. No reply in words as he continued to buck his hips. Her breasts bounced, shaking around with her body. He had to know she was close. Demi wanted her climax. More than anything, she needed it.
"Ohhhhhhh, keep going! Don't stop! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!!"
"You're gonna cum for me, Demi?"
When he finally spoke, she looked into the camera with a pouty expression on her face. Demi didn't reply back as she gasped for breath, panting and whining. She knew that would make Billy fuck her harder and push her to that wonderful release she craved so dearly. His thrusts became faster, and then Demi knew she had only seconds before her orgasm was reached. She curled her toes while Billy adjusted the camera. His other hand reached for her right tit, where he pinched her nipple, pulling at it. That was just enough to make her eyes roll to the back of her head.
"OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!"
His cock was still driving inside her when she had her orgasm. Demi closed her eyes, unable to see what Billy was doing with the camera. The entirety of her climax was filmed with every past second. She breathed, panting heavily with her eyes still closed. Billy handed the camera back to the other man who was standing in wait. Demi waited to open her eyes again when she felt Billy's cock sliding out. She pushed her hands down into the bed sheets to raise herself up. He had stepped back, moving directly in front of the main camera station. He didn't say a word, as it was up to Demi to get up from the bed and assume the position on her knees. She saw his hard cock covered in her sticky juices that were dripping on the floor. Demi knew what to do as she got off the bed and fell to her knees, eager to clean up his thick shaft. She crawled towards him and gripped his shaft with her right hand.
There was no point in Demi saying anything. She could've teased him with some dirty words but decided against it. Billy was able to hold himself back from exploding for two reasons. The first was the definite proof by this point that he was a professional porn star. The second was the fact that his cum was the key ingredient to producing the 'money shot,' as it was referred to. The video was to end with her down on her knees, face covered in cum. Demi was more than ready for it. She wanked Billy's dick a few times before bringing it into her mouth. He moaned as she loudly slurped her own juices from his length. She then pushed it further down and began to bob her head up and down. Demi let go of his cock and pressed her hands against her breasts as she sucked hard. Her big brown eyes glanced up at his face while the second cameraman moved close by to film the scene from Billy's right side.
'Mmmmmm,' a soft moan from her stuffed mouth escaped her lips. Demi ignored the camera, keeping her eyes focused on Billy. She knew how to play the part despite no acting lessons whatsoever. All of this came so naturally to her. When she looked away from her face, she shut her eyes and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Demi figured this was likely her final time sucking his shaft, so she wanted to give another attempt at deepthroating. Her lips almost reached the base when she gagged on it. She felt the head rubbing at the back of her throat. Before her eyes could water, she withdrew his shaft from her mouth. Demi looked at it, seeing the shiny saliva that replaced her own juices. She spit on it and then raised her breasts up. Billy watched as she pulled them apart and shoved his cock right between them. That got a groan out of him as Demi squeezed her tits around his hard dick.
"I'm going to make you cum for me. You'll be cumming so hard, all for me."
Demi winked as she started to pump her breasts up and down. She didn't know how long he would last, but she wanted to finish this video with another titfuck. Billy moaned at the feeling of her breasts rubbing against his dick. Demi doubted he would prevent her from doing this before he was ready to explode. More than anything, she was trying to make sure he would deliver the biggest load of cum possible to drench her face.
"Fuck!"
His voice echoed with a moan. Demi just giggled as she pumped her tits up and down, fucking his cock slowly with them.
"You like that? You like how my boobs feel wrapped around your cock?"
She bit her lower lip, softly purring as Demi pumped her breasts. Billy let out another moan followed by a deep grunt. She replied with dirty words to push him even further.
"I want you to cum for me... all over my face... and in my mouth, mmmmmm."
Demi felt every inch of his cock throbbing between her tits. If not for the scripted ending to this video, she could've made him explode with her breasts alone. That's what she would've done if it was Osmar. She trusted that when Billy was ready, he would tell her. For now, she indulged herself with this kinky act. Demi squeezed her boobs tightly around his dick as she worked them up and down.
"Such beautiful tits. They look even better with a cock between them."
She giggled at his words. The smile on his face was real, only making Demi want to pleasure him more. She moved faster, pumping her breasts some more while he moaned.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
He had to be getting close, whether he was going to tell her or not. Demi looked up, blinking her eyes. She was ready for the mess that awaited her. Billy's face scrunched up as he gritted his teeth. It was time. Demi stopped moving her tits and let go of them in time for the man to grab his cock and pull it away from her. She watched Billy aim the head at her face. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was his fingers twisting around the shaft.
"Cum on my face, please! I want your cum! Give it to me!"
Parting her lips, she briefly stuck the tip of her tongue out. Billy groaned and grunted as he jerked his cock.
"Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhhhh, FUCK YEAH!!"
As he screamed, Billy's shaft erupted. A thick rope of cum splattered onto Demi's forehead. When she felt the splash, she raised her head, leaning up on her knees with her tongue out. Another string of cum landed on her left cheek, dripping down from beneath her eye. It followed a third wad of cum that slathered across the left side of her head, soaking her eyebrow. She felt brave enough to open her eyes and didn't blink at the fourth wad that covered her right cheek. Sticking her tongue out further, Demi wiggled it as she went 'ahhh,' hinting that she wanted a taste of his creamy white seed. The fifth spurt went on her tongue, giving Demi precisely what she desired. She closed her lips and immediately swallowed it. As Billy was finished, he took a few steps back to allow Demi to be the center of attention for the main camera.
She turned her head, sitting up on her knees as she looked into the camera. The cum oozed down the side of her face until she raised a hand to scoop it up. Her eyes locked onto the camera, blinking once as she fed two cum-coated fingers to her lips. 'Mmmmmm,' she loudly slurped the cum and swallowed it. Her other hand went down to her breasts, and she squeezed her left boob as she moaned. The video had opened with her short tease act, and now Demi was giving seductive looks for what would be edited into a fade out. Several seconds passed, so she slid her fingers up her forehead, smearing some of the cum into her skin. The light above made some of it glimmer and sparkle. So dirty, yet she felt elegant while sitting on the floor with her face caked in cum. The main cameraman raised his hand, giving a signal before he pressed the button to end filming.
"Okay, that's all."
And now it was all over. Demi sighed in relief as the other cameraman clapped his hands. Billy stepped over, smiling at her.
"How did I do?"
"You did fucking great!"
As he offered a hand to pull her up, Demi returned the smile and got up to her feet. She had forgotten all about the old man who sat back watching the entire scene.
"I hope you had fun. I sure did, up until the end when I made a mess all over your cute face."
Billy's words made Demi blush. She couldn't hold back her smile.
"Oh, yeah! This was more fun than I expected it to be."
Drew stepped over, clapping his hands a few times as he looked over Demi.
"That was fantastic. We'll have the video edited and ready tonight."
"You guys work fast then."
The old man grinned.
"There's no point in wasting time when you're sitting on gold. Why don't you take a shower and get dressed? I'll talk to you again before you leave."
"Sounds good."
Demi turned her back to him, exposing her massive booty. One of the cameramen pointed around the room, leading her to where the shower was. Billy stood naked near the older man, waiting until she was out of the room to have a word with him.
"She's got a body that is made for porn. She should be on a contract with a major studio. Everything about her, from the ass to the tits and her cute, fuckable face. Looks even sexier glazed in cum."
Drew nodded.
"But how did she perform?"
"Did you hear how much she had me moaning? She's a pure natural. She has a submissive vibe to her. That always makes it easier for guys. I think she could go some places in the industry. She's got all the makings of a star."
The two men nodded at each other as they heard the bathroom door close. Demi didn't pay any mind to the conversation she overheard. It was soon drowned out by the sound of the water faucet spraying into the shower. She was unsure how much time had passed. The sex came and went so fast, she could've guessed that it was all over with in only an hour. From the window in the bathroom she could still see sunlight. At least she wasn't going home in the dark. Demi decided after she left, it would be a good time to order some takeout food to bring home to Osmar. Perhaps that would lighten the mood after she had made a porn video. She thought about him while washing the cum off her face.
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2 HOURS LATER
The sun set outside as Demi stepped into the apartment complex. In her right hand, she clutched a brown paper bag filled with freshly cooked Chinese food. Before she left the hotel room, she exchanged phone numbers with Drew. He told her to keep in contact so he could update her on the situation. Demi wasn't concerned whatsoever about the video being uploaded online. She had time to think about it when she was at the little Chinese restaurant ordering food by herself. It would've been ideal for her to call Osmar during that time, but she decided not to. She was hoping the food would be a good enough surprise for him, assuming he had not eaten dinner yet. When she reached the apartment door, she exhaled a deep breath. Her hand gripped the metal knob and turned it. He left it unlocked just for her to come back. Demi quietly stepped into their small home and heard the sound of the television.
"Hey there."
Demi greeted Osmar with a smile. He sat on the couch wearing a pair of black leisure shorts and a white T-shirt.
"Hey babe."
"I brought us home some food."
She held up the bag, showing him what it was. Osmar didn't respond as he looked back at the television across the couch. Demi stepped around to the small wooden table sitting close by and sat the bag down. She sat directly across from his left side, then he turned to look at her.
"I guess I should ask you how it went."
"It went good."
Her quick reply prompted him to raise an eyebrow, then he sighed. Demi could see the distraught look on his face. He must've had much time to sit in the apartment and think about his girlfriend shooting porn while he was all alone.
"We really needed that money. I'm gonna make even more if the video blows up online, which I think it will."
Osmar sighed, looking away from her face as he took in her words. Demi reached out for his hand.
"Honey, it's going to be okay. You know I love you, right?"
"I don't know, Demi. I can't believe this happened today. We're just sitting there in the park, and then this guy comes up out the blue. A few hours later, you're shooting porn like it's nothing."
Her fingers tightened on his hand, holding it.
"Listen to me, Osmar. I know this isn't what we wanted, but I had to do something. It's a strange coincidence that he approached us and offered me that money. I jumped on the chance cause I want to get out of here. You know as well as I do that we have been stuck here for months."
"Yeah, I know, babe. Things have not been well for us. I keep thinking we needed a lucky break."
"Well, this might be it."
She smiled after her words and let go of his hand. Demi leaned in, moving her hand to his shoulder.
"I love you. If not for you, I would've gone mad a long time ago. You are the only man who gives me hope. So I'm going to ask you to trust me on this. We're going to get out of L.A. and go back to Ibiza. Just wait until the money arrives, and we won't be talking about this video anymore."
Osmar looked away from her, gazing back at the TV. He waited a few seconds before speaking again.
"It's just odd. How did he know where to find us? That's what I don't get."
"I thought about that too. Maybe he heard a rumor since I've been stuck in this bloody town for so long."
"I guess that's possible. I just can't get over how it happened out of the blue."
She laughed softly, then smiled at him.
"That's life, you know? Sometimes you just need a miracle. I think this may have been a blessing in disguise. So do you want to eat with me before the food gets cold?"
Osmar smiled, seemingly more relaxed now. He shook his head at her question and got up from the couch.
"No, babe. I'd rather us cook together. Come on, let's fire up the kitchen and spend some time together."
Demi blushed, smiling wide. This was one of the many reasons she loved Osmar. He knew how to take her mind off anything. She got up from the couch and followed him to the kitchen.
"Osmar my dear, can we do breakfast for dinner?"
"We sure can, honey!"
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1 DAY LATER
A nice evening spent together in the loving embrace of Osmar's arms made Demi forget all about the video. They cooked, then had dinner and watched a movie together. By midnight she was fast asleep in his arms in the bedroom. The next morning they started the day like any other. Demi took a shower and then went through her clothes to prepare for laundry. Osmar was in the living room of their small apartment while she was in the bedroom when she heard the text message notification go off on her phone. Demi was standing in front of her makeup mirror wearing only a black thong between her thick booty cheeks and a matching bra. She liked to dry her hair before getting properly dressed. She walked around the nightstand to fetch her phone. When she saw it was from Drew, her heart began racing.
'Your video has been uploaded to HubPorn website'.
The text message sent a jolt of excitement through Demi's body. She had new content online that wasn't recycled from her hijacked social media and FansOnly profiles. All the things she was previously thinking about were forgotten now as she reached around the bed to find her laptop bag. She was too excited to think of anything else right, so she pulled out her silver laptop and climbed on the bed. Resting on her chest, she raised her feet into the air before opening the laptop and pressing the power button. It took a minute for the screen to light up. Once it was set, Demi opened the browser and typed in HubPorn. She scrolled down the main banner and saw the trending videos. Her lower lip fell when she saw the thumbnail of herself with a cock in her mouth. The third video in the most popular current trending came with quite the headline.
DEMI ROSE MAWBY SEX TAPE XXX. The caps lock were not needed but reinforced the importance of such a video. She clicked it and saw that it was uploaded only an hour ago and already had over one hundred thousand views. The video ran for thirty two minutes. That answered the question she couldn't recall from last night regarding how long her session went. Demi saw herself sitting on the bed answering questions as the video's introduction. Her heartbeat was racing as the seconds turned into minutes from watching her porn video. Over the years, Demi had looked at her own modeling videos and studied her own photographs. Never did she ever believe that her vanity would lead to her watching a recorded video where she was being fucked in various positions. She smiled at the beginning, studying her own technique at sucking cock.
When the video moved to her first tittyfuck, Demi felt herself getting wet. A smug grin ran across her face as she pressed her middle finger over the volume button to turn it up. The sound of Billy's moans filling her ears brought her so much joy. Demi wanted to hear herself moaning, so she skipped a few minutes into the video to the vaginal scenes. When she heard her own voice, she blushed and smiled wide. She was halfway through the video when she heard the bedroom doorknob turning. Osmar stepped in, but Demi refused to look away from the laptop screen. His eyes wandered over, seeing that his girlfriend was sitting there watching porn. He shook his head and smiled. The moans grew louder, then Osmar's smile fell when he realized that the female voice belonged to Demi. Her eyes were still focused on the screen as she spoke to him.
"I can't believe this. My video is already up on HubPorn. It's got over a hundred thousand views, and it's only been an hour."
"Oh yeah? That sounds like you did a great job, then."
His voice was saturated in deep irony. Demi saw the look of embarrassment on his face. She felt bad to see his quiet reaction. Osmar had a way of trying to be nice, but his disgust could not be fully concealed.
"I'm sorry dear."
She slammed the laptop shut as he stomped out of the room. Demi sighed as she got off the bed. Maybe it was too soon to sit and watch the views go up. She loved doing that with her social media posts. For years, Demi would watch the likes and shares climb up after uploading photos. A porn video was a completely different subject and lacked the innocence of cheeky Instagram pictures.
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1 WEEK LATER
As the days passed, Demi and Osmar moved on from that fateful day. They didn't discuss the video anymore as they carried on with their relationship. Osmar made some calls trying to find someone in the stock market who could give him advice on investments. His main problem was lack of money to put into anything at the moment. He didn't ask Demi for the money she had recently received in cash. She saved much of it after paying bills, believing that she would have even more soon enough. Drew called her requesting her information to deposit earnings from the video into a bank account. Demi was tempted to ask him about the view counts but chose not to. It was better to be surprised over time. As life was moving on for her and Osmar, the video upload had created a buzz across the internet. Headlines raised the question of a famous influencer potentially becoming an adult entertainment star.
22 million views in the span of a week made Demi's sex tape the most viewed video on HubPorn. It was uploaded to several other websites and spread around. Her name was trending on social media websites with hundreds of thousands of reactions. Tabloids from her home country of England ran articles comparing her to another former glamour model who was now a porn star. Sophie Reade went from Page 3 and lads mags to starring on Big Brother to now shooting porn for Brazzers. Would Demi follow a similar career path? That was one of the many questions floating around the world wide web. She had no idea such articles were being written and shared from gossip sites. Demi didn't go online and search for them throughout the days. Her time was spent around L.A. looking at potential jobs at modeling studios if things didn't work out. She was making a backup plan when a phone call from Drew got her attention.
"Hello?"
Demi was standing outside a boutique shop when she answered the call.
"Hi there! I've got some great news to share. You know the video, right?"
"Yes, what about it?"
"It hit over twenty million views just the other day."
She gasped as he continued.
"Now it's at twenty-two million. I just deposited your royalty check into the bank account you provided me."
"Oh! I can't believe this! You have to tell me, how much did I make!?"
"I don't want to spoil your surprise."
"Come on, you can tell me!"
"It's in the six figure range. I doubt you made as much money from posting pictures online. Enjoy the money, dear. I hope I hear from you again."
He hung up the phone, leaving her with something to think about. Demi raced home to check her bank account. Osmar was out of the apartment, off to a meeting with someone. It took her twenty minutes to make it back home, slamming the door shut and racing to her bedroom. Demi threw down her purse and phone. She grabbed her laptop and opened it. A few minutes later she was on her bank site, and then her lower lip fell when she saw the deposit that entered.
"Oh my god! It can't be!"
Two hundred and seventy thousand dollars. The check was signed from a company that said KnightXX Productions. Demi threw her arms in the air, screaming in excitement as she jumped around. She quickly grabbed her phone and called Osmar. She had to tell him right away that the money came back.
"Honey, it's me! Stop what you're doing! I've got something really important to tell you!"
"Slow down, Demi! You sound really excited, what's going on?"
"You remember the video I made with that guy, right? I just got my check from it."
"You did? How much?"
"It's in six figures! Over two hundred thousand dollars!"
"Holy shit, for real?"
"Yes! It's more than that! Come home, dear! We're going to buy some wine and celebrate! Just you and me!"
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1 DAY LATER
Few events were worthy of celebrations leading to hangovers. Drinking was reserved for Christmas or New Year's most of the time for Demi. The check she received was a fine excuse to wash away all the pains of the past several months with Osmar. An empty bottle of champagne sat on the kitchen counter. Half a bottle of whiskey was in the living room. Demi only had three shots. She and Osmar split the champagne equally. She wanted to prevent a hangover while he didn't seem concerned. The evening was spent with them dancing in the living room, then having drinks while they played some of their favorite music from a stereo. Nothing else mattered now that they had enough money to get their lives back in order. Demi was waiting to think about her next move. She didn't tell Osmar what Drew told her on the phone.
The next morning it was fresh on her mind. To make over two hundred thousand dollars from a porn video was more than she ever made from social media posts. Her FansOnly generated a nice income when she had control of it, but how could she get that back? Demi was already thinking ahead into the future by the afternoon hours. After Osmar woke up, he got a shower and told Demi he would be leaving to go buy some groceries from the local supermarket. She usually went with him, but not today. Something made Demi want to stay at home and relax. Her mind wandered to doing a photoshoot. Since she had the money, perhaps it wasn't impossible to find a way to buy back her lost social media accounts and relaunch her glamour modeling career. She was itching to get a camera and start taking some sexy pictures to post online. Her creative spark was coming back for artistic beauty.
Demi stripped to only a red bra and matching thong. She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, planting her right hand on her hip. As her eyes gazed over her body, she turned to give the side profile pose. She grinned at the sight of her thick booty and then moved to the bed to grab her phone. A few photos in front of a mirror would be simple and effective, but she still didn't have a place online to post them. Clutching the phone in her right hand, she moved back in front of the mirror and studied her own reflection. The screen to her phone lit up, flashing a rectangular square of light against her stomach as it vibrated against her palm. She looked at the screen to see a number that she didn't recognize. It could've simply been someone calling the wrong number, but Demi felt curious enough to take the call. She swiped the screen with her finger and raised it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I'm calling for Demi Rose Mawby. Is this her?"
"It is indeed."
"Hi there, Miss. I hope you're having a fine day. My name is Charles Xander. I'm a manager at Brazzers."
Demi knew what that last word was relating to. Brazzers was a porn studio, possibly the most famous one in the world right now. Her immediate reaction was to prompt a question to this man.
"How did you get my phone number?"
"I called Drew Warner yesterday, and he gave it to me."
That made sense. Drew sharing her phone number with a manager like this made sense.
"That video you made has caused a roar online. I loved it, and I'd say the whole internet does too since it is still on the front page of HubPorn. I'd love to make you a professional porn actress."
"You would?"
"Yeah. Do you have an agent right now?"
"Um, no. I only live with my boyfriend."
"Well, in that case maybe he could be your future agent."
Demi laughed at his suggestion. She was as flattered by his statement as surprised by him calling her. Charles continued to speak.
"I work at Brazzers and can arrange a contract. You would work exclusively for the company, starring in high quality videos. We can work out a deal in your contract where we come to an agreement on what you like."
"I'm flattered by this offer, but I will need some time to think about it. I need to talk to my boyfriend first and see what he thinks."
"That's fine, no problem. You have my number. When you've made a decision, call me back. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you."
The phone clicked as the man hung up. Demi sighed before throwing the phone down on the bed. She couldn't believe the offer she was given. Her mind wandered to Osmar, curious how he would react. Her career was now at a crossroads. She could try to return to glamour modeling and working as a social influencer online or go straight into the porn business. Demi wondered how many other porn studios out there were chasing her. This was something she needed to discuss with Osmar to get his point of view and see how he felt about it. She couldn't wait for him to arrive back at the apartment so they could have that conversation.
TO BE CONTINUED
Topic: Pleasure Principle Ch. 1 (Demi Rose Mawby) (Read 18817 times)