A VERY STUFFED THANKSGIVING

Leo’s POV

The director yells, “CUT! Strikingly beautiful, you two. Take ten, then we move to the dining room set.”

I let out a ragged breath, my chest still heaving as I look down at Chloe Vance. Her skin is flushed, glowing under the studio lights, and covered in a fine layer of sweat and my spent juices. Her tits are rising and falling rapidly, the silver bells hanging from her nipples completely still now.

She looks up at me from the decorated floor mat, her puffy lips parted as she smiles. “You’ve got a hell of a holiday game, Leo. Marcus wasn’t lying.”

“Thanks,” I say, offering her a hand to help her up. “I guess I had some extra holiday frustration to work out.”

She laughs, a rich, throbbing sound that makes my cock twitch inside my pants even though I just blew a massive load. “Well, save some of that energy. The director said the next scene involves the full holiday spread, and I plan on getting completely stuffed.”

We head back to the dressing rooms to clean up and change into the next wardrobe. Marcus is waiting for me in the hallway, grinning from ear to ear.

“Dude! You killed it!” he whispers loudly, slamming his hand onto my shoulder. “The monitors in the back were lighting up. The producers are already talking about making this a multi-part holiday special.”

“It’s insane, Marcus,” I say, shaking my head as the reality sinks in. “A month ago I was planning to spend Turkey Day alone on my couch. Now I’m about to eat Chloe Vance off a dining room table.”

“Go get ’em, champ. Don't leave any leftovers.”

Chloe Vance’s POV

Ten minutes later, I’m sitting in the makeup chair getting my face touched up. The wardrobe assistant hands me a new holiday outfit a sheer, unbuttoned flannel shirt that exposes my heavy breasts completely, paired with nothing but a pair of lace thigh-high socks.

The dining room set is breathtaking. A long, dark mahogany table stretches across the center of the room, piled high with prop turkeys, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and glowing autumn candles. Fake steam rises from the dishes, filling the air with the scent of roasted herbs and rich gravy.

Leo walks onto the set wearing nothing but an unbuttoned autumn-toned vest, his broad chest exposed. His cock is already semi-erect, thick and heavy, hanging against his thigh as he approaches the table.

My pussy throbs instantly, a heavy rush of wetness soaking the lace of my socks before we even begin.

“Quiet on set! Cameras rolling… and… ACTION!”

Leo walks straight up to me, his eyes dark with hunger. He doesn't say a word. He grabs my waist his thick fingers digging deep into my soft flesh and lifts me straight onto the center of the mahogany dining table, scattering a bowl of decorative gourds to the floor with a loud clatter.

The cool wood feels shocking against my bare ass cheeks. I lean back on my elbows, spreading my thick thighs wide as my dripping, swollen pussy lips part obscenely in front of him.

“You look hungry, Chloe,” he growls, his voice deep and vibrating through my chest.

“I’m starving, Leo. Feed me.”

He shoves his hand down between my legs, his thick fingers instantly sliding into my soaked heat. He pumps two fingers deep inside me, curling them against my sweet spot while his thumb rubs hard, fast circles against my swollen clit.

I arch my back high off the table, my heavy tits bouncing wildly as a loud, broken moan rips from my throat. “Oh God yes right there”

He pulls his fingers out, slick and dripping with my juices, and holds them up to my mouth. “Lick it clean, baby.”

I obey instantly, wrapping my tongue around his fingers, sucking the wetness off his skin while my eyes lock onto his. The taste of my own arousal mixed with the musk of his skin makes my mouth water for his cock.

Leo doesn't make me wait. He steps between my spread thighs, his hot, throbbing length pressing right against my soaking center. He takes a bottle of warm holiday spiced oil from the table arrangement and pours it directly over my breasts, the thick, slick liquid running down my cleavage and pooling on my stomach.

He straddles my chest, grabbing my tits and pressing them firmly together around his massive shaft. He starts thrusting slow, sliding through my oiled cleavage, the friction creating a wet, sticky heat that drives me insane.

I moan loudly around his ankles, my hands reaching up to grip his thighs as he claims my chest, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against my chin with every downward stroke.

He slides down my body, his mouth replacing his cock as his hot, wet tongue flattens out against my dripping clit. He drinks me in greedily, his tongue darting deep into my wet folds while his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still against his face.

The pleasure hits so fast and hard my vision goes blurry. My thighs shake uncontrollably, my heels digging into the mahogany wood as my walls start contracting violently.

I come hard a massive, gushing squirt flooding out of me, soaking his mouth and nose. I scream his name, my body trembling in his strong grip as the wet, squelching sounds of my orgasm echo across the quiet studio set.

Before I can even catch my breath, Leo stands up and yanks my hips to the edge of the table. He grips his thick shaft, guiding the swollen head right against my throbbing pussy lips.

“Tell me what you want, Chloe.”

“I want you inside me fuck me, Leo, split me open!”

He drives forward in one long, powerful stroke, burying his entire length inside my soaked heat. The stretch is absolute perfection a deep, burning fullness that makes my walls grip him with a desperate, clenching force.

“FUCK you’re so tight” he groans, his veins pulsing against my interior as he begins to thrust.

He starts bouncing me on his length, his powerful hips slamming against my ass cheeks with a loud, wet smack that echoes through the room. The long dining table rocks and creaks violently under the impact, holiday dishes rattling and tumbling over the edge.

My tits slap wetly against my chest with every thrust, the warm oil smearing across my skin. I lock my legs tight around his waist, my nails raking deep lines down his back as I abandon all shame, crying out with every deep, relentless stroke.

“You’re mine for the holidays, Chloe. Say it.”

“I’m yours oh God, Leo owns this wet pussy”

He spins me around on the table, forcing me onto all fours. He grabs a heavy velvet chair cushion from nearby and shoves it under my belly, tilting my hips high into the air.

From behind, my ass looks massive and inviting, my puffy, dripping pussy completely exposed and leaking onto the mahogany wood.

Leo doesn't hesitate. He grabs my waist, pulls my hips back hard, and drives his entire cock back into my wet heat. The angle hits my g-spot perfectly, making my legs buckle instantly. He holds me up by my hips, his strong hands sinking into my plush flesh as he fucks me deep and brutal, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my perineum with every relentless impact.