Dirty December Dripping wet

Leo’s POV

“Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!”

“Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Who’s been a naughty little turkey this year? The table is packed with surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.”

“I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full harvest mode and I’m about to split your wishbone wide open.”

The director flashes a quick thumbs-up. Perfect start.

I’m Leo, and yeah, you’re probably wondering how a guy who got dumped three weeks before Thanksgiving is now standing on a major adult film set about to fuck the one and only Chloe Vance.

It all started with one dumb comment.

I was venting to Marcus about the breakup when he leaned over my shoulder. “Dude, the studio just dropped a contest. Bad holiday? Spill your sad story in the comments and win a shoot with a top star. Might cheer you up.”

“Type something,” he pushed.

“Fine.” I typed fast: “Gf left me three weeks before Thanksgiving because my dick game is apparently mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to p**n instead of being in it. Thanks, Turkey Day.”

Hit send. Zero hope.

Next morning my phone exploded. DM from the studio: “Congratulations. Your comment got 2.7 million likes. You’ve won a private Thanksgiving shoot with Chloe Vance. Flight leaves tomorrow.”

“Marcus! Marcus!” I screamed.

He burst into my room. “Holy shit, dude… you’re actually banging Chloe Vance for Thanksgiving.”

And that’s how I ended up here.

Chloe Vance’s POV

The second the director yells “ACTION!”, thick fake autumn leaves start pouring down harder. Cool, powdery flakes land on my flushed, overheated skin and melt instantly, leaving tiny cold trails that trickle down my neck and between my heavy tits. The studio lights are hot, but the autumn mist feels icy against my burning body. My pussy is already dripping thick, warm slick running down my inner thighs and soaking into the red velvet trim of my outfit. The little silver bells clamped tight on my stiff nipples tug and pinch with every shaky breath, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to my swollen clit.

Leo grabs the front of my plaid jacket and rips it open. My heavy tits spill out with a soft, heavy bounce, the cool air hitting my wet skin and making my nipples tighten even more. The bells jingle loudly as they settle, the metal cold against my flushed flesh.

Then he shoves his pants down.

God, the smell of him hits me warm skin, faint soap, and that sharp, musky scent of pure arousal. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing visibly along the shaft. It curves up hard, the swollen head dark and glossy with pre-cum. It slaps wetly against his stomach, then swings toward me, smearing a hot, sticky trail of pre-cum across my lips. The taste explodes on my tongue salty, slightly bitter, addictive.

I moan deep from my chest, the sound vibrating through me. My clit throbs so hard it almost hurts; another thick rush of wetness leaks out of me, dripping audibly onto the fake leaves below.

He grips the base of his cock and slaps it across my cheek once, twice hard enough that the heavy meat makes my soft skin sting and jiggle. The wet smack echoes. Thick drops of pre-cum splatter onto my tongue. I lick my lips slowly, savoring the slick, salty taste, my mouth watering for more.

I can't hold back.

I wrap both hands around his thick shaft my fingers don't even come close to meeting and guide the hot, throbbing head into my mouth. He slides over my tongue, stretching my lips wide, the veiny underside dragging against the roof of my mouth. I push forward greedily until he hits the back of my throat. My body shivers hard. Thick, warm spit floods my mouth and spills out the corners, running in messy rivers down my chin and dripping heavily between my tits, making them shiny and slick.

Tears prick my eyes, mascara starting to run in dark streaks, but I force my throat to relax and take him deeper until my nose presses flush against his pelvis. The musky scent of his skin fills my nose with every breath. My throat squeezes rhythmically around him as he twists his fingers into my hair like reins and starts thrusting deep, steady, claiming every inch of my mouth.

My heavy tits swing and slap softly against my ribs with every thrust, bells jingling wildly. My ass jiggles on my heels as I rock forward to take him even deeper. Long, sticky strings of spit swing from my swollen lips and splatter onto the floor with soft, wet sounds.

The ache between my legs is unbearable. I slide one hand down, fingers slipping through my soaked folds, and rub my slick, swollen clit in fast, desperate circles. My moans come out muffled and vibrating around his cock.

He suddenly pulls my head back by the hair. A thick, glistening string of spit stretches from my puffy lips to his cock before it finally breaks and splatters across my tits. My chest heaves, lips shiny and swollen, as I look up at him with wet, pleading eyes.

“Get up. I need to be inside you.”

He lifts me onto the golden harvest table like I weigh nothing, his strong hands gripping my thick thighs and spreading them wide. The cool, smooth surface presses against my ass cheeks, spreading them as my puffy, dripping pussy lips part obscenely. The cold air kisses my exposed, throbbing clit.

I grab the fat candy horn decoration, lick it slow and sloppy my tongue dragging wetly over the slick surface until it shines with spit then squeeze my heavy tits tight around it.

Leo straddles my chest. He grabs both tits and presses them firmly together around his hot, throbbing cock. He thrusts slow at first, the veiny shaft sliding through my soft, warm cleavage while the sticky prop rubs underneath, leaving wet trails mixed with spit dripping down my stomach in warm, sticky rivulets.

He picks up a big glass harvest gourd ornament icy cold and smooth and drags it slowly through my dripping folds. The shocking temperature contrast makes my hips buck up greedily. The cold, hard surface glides over my swollen clit, sending shivers racing up my spine.

“Hold still for me, baby.”

He presses the cold bulb against my tight ass and pushes it in slow, steady pressure. My cheeks clench and jiggle around it as it stretches me open. The intense cold mixed with the burning stretch makes me moan loud and broken. Inch by inch it sinks deeper until only the little base remains outside. The fullness makes my pussy clench and throb violently.

Then his mouth is on me hot, wet tongue flat and greedy against my clit. Three thick fingers slide deep into my soaked cunt, curling perfectly against that spongy spot while he gently twists the cold ornament inside my ass. The contrast is insane burning heat from his mouth and fingers, freezing fullness in my ass. My back arches high off the table, tits bouncing heavily, bells jingling wildly as pleasure slams through me.

I come hard wet, gushing heat flooding out of me, soaking his tongue, splashing messily across his chin and neck. My thick thighs shake uncontrollably around his head, ass clenching rhythmically around the cold glass, toes curling tight inside my boots. The wet, squelching sounds of my orgasm fill the set.

He stands, grabs my hips fingers sinking deep into my soft, plush flesh and thrusts into my pussy in one long, deep stroke. The stretch is perfect, that delicious burning fullness as my walls grip every thick inch. I feel every vein, every pulse dragging inside me.

“FUCK yes”

He lifts me completely off the table, hands gripping under my ass, fingers digging into the soft, jiggling flesh as he starts bouncing me on his cock right beside the Thanksgiving display. My heavy tits slap wetly against his chest, nipples dragging hard, table decorations rattling and crashing to the floor around us. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes loudly.

“Tell them who this pussy belongs to.”

“Yours oh God Leo owns this wet, needy pussy”

My legs lock tight around his waist, heels digging into his back, nails raking down his shoulders as I cling to him, moaning shamelessly.

I come again harder hot squirt gushing down his balls and dripping loudly onto the floor while my ass jiggles and ripples in his strong hands with every thrust.

He drops me onto the long table, spins me around so my ass faces him, grabs my hips and yanks me back hard onto his cock. My cheeks slap loudly against his thighs, soft flesh rippling and bouncing with every powerful thrust. The table rocks and creaks under us.

He grabs the candy prop and spanks me sharp, stinging cracks across my jiggling ass that make my pussy clench tighter around him and my moans turn into broken cries. The sweet burn spreads across my skin.

Every thrust hits so deep my belly presses into the cool table, tits squished flat underneath me, bells still faintly ringing.

My legs start shaking uncontrollably, knees buckling.

He drags me down onto the decorated floor face down, ass high in the air. He pins both my wrists above my head with one big hand, loops the soft table runner around my throat with the other, pulling just tight enough to arch my back and make my cum-slick tits lift and bounce. Then he covers me completely, his hot, heavy body pressing me down into the floor, and fucks me deep and brutal. His hips slam forward my ass cheeks rippling and jiggle wildly with every impact, the ornament shifting and pressing inside me with every thrust. My clit grinds against the cold surface with each slam, the contrast driving me insane. The wet, obscene squelching of my soaked pussy fills the air.

“Ruin me please make my pussy hurt so fucking good”

I come again screaming his name, gushing hard in powerful waves that soak his thighs and puddle on the floor. My ass clenches and jiggles around the ornament as my whole body shakes.

He pulls me up to my knees one last time, fist tight in my hair, yanking my head back so my cum-covered tits thrust out, nipples rock-hard and begging. Sweat clings to my hot skin, gleaming under the studio lights.

“Open that pretty mouth wide for me.”

I obey instantly tongue hanging out, lips swollen and shiny, eyes locked desperately on his.

He comes hard thick, hot ropes of cum splashing across my face, streaking down my bouncing tits, the final powerful shots shooting deep into my open mouth. The taste is strong, salty, and warm as it coats my tongue. I swallow greedily, feeling the last drops drip down my chin and pool between my trembling thighs.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping.

“Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”