I burst through the door, skin flushed, heart hammering. My daring dress clung to every curve, nipples hard against the fabric. ‘They gave me the lead role, baby! I’m gonna be a star!’ You grinned, slapped my tight ass. Fingers dove under my skirt, into my soaked panties. I squirmed, pussy bald and slick. ‘Met Leonardo, my co-star. Invited me over to rehearse.’ Your digits plunged deeper, my breath hitched. ‘I play a wife craving pussy. He sat me on his lap, hand sliding up, fingering me through lace. Just acting.’ Heat surged, clit throbbing. ‘Flirted hard. He said ditch the panties for the shoot—why wait?’ Pulse raced, veins on fire. ‘Told me to suck his cock, think of you. But his is thicker, longer. Had to test deepthroat.’ I gasped as you finger-fucked me raw. ‘He sniffed my cunt—smells divine.’ We fucked three times, your cock claiming what was already marked.
Two days later, Jamaica. Honeymoon suite—ironic. Leonardo shared his king bed, bodies tangled in silk sheets. Heart pounding, I stripped. ‘Rehearse more,’ he growled. His massive cock stretched my throat, no gag now. Proud evolution from our choucroute disaster. Beach: oil-slicked skin gleaming, every inch massaged—tits, ass, slit. Naked all day, ball game turning feral with staring locals. Bar: twerked with cucumber, rum flooding veins, legs buckling. They propped me on the counter, hands everywhere, cocks teasing.
The Fever
Plug in my ass now, stretching virgin ring. Scream melted to moan. Fleur—ebony goddess—tongue diving into my folds. Sixty-nine on sand, firelight flickering sweat. Hands groped untouched spots. Limbo: bent low, cocks brushing bellies, judges kneeling close, probing passes.
Fever peaked nightly—gang rehearsals, bodies piling, cum flooding every hole. Skin burned, hearts synced in frenzy.