A VERY STUFFED THANKSGIVING

Chloe POV

The friction from Leo’s brutal thrusts is intense, generating a sharp, sticky heat that radiates through my entire core. The heavy mahogany table continues to groan and violently shake under our combined weight. Every time his hips crash hard against my ass cheeks, another holiday dish rattles dangerously near the edge, the distant chime of studio bells completely drowned out by the raw, wet squelching sounds echoing from my soaked pussy.

“Harder, Leo fuck, slam into me!” I scream, my voice echoing off the high studio rafters. My vision is completely blurred, tears of pure pleasure spilling over my lashes as my hands grip the edges of the table runner for dear life.

He doesn't hesitate. He reaches forward, wrapping one strong hand firmly around my throat not tight enough to choke me, but just enough to force my chin up and arch my spine into a strict, agonizing curve. My heavy, oil-slicked breasts lift and bounce wildly with every relentless impact, the metal bells on my nipples jingling in a chaotic, frantic rhythm.

With his other hand, he grabs a heavy, smooth prop carving knife handle from the display and drags the cool, blunt surface down the center of my back, tracing my spine before pressing it firmly against my swollen, burning clit. The sudden, freezing contrast against my overheated flesh makes my pussy clamp down on him like a vice.

“Look at the camera, Chloe. Let everyone see how this needy little pussy devours me,” Leo growls, his voice thick and gravelly with mounting arousal.

I force my eyes open, staring straight down the lens of the primary camera. My lips are puffy, dripping with spit, and my chest is completely flushed. “I’m getting... so fucking stuffed...” I gasp out, right as my walls contract into a violent, unstoppable spasm.

I come unhinged. A torrent of thick, gushing heat squirts out of me, splashing heavily across Leo’s thighs and dripping in thick puddles onto the mahogany wood beneath us. My entire body trembles violently, my thighs shaking so hard that my knees almost buckle completely on the table.

Leo’s POV

Watching Chloe break down and scream my name while her tight, soaked pussy squeezes my shaft makes my blood roar. The heat inside her is insane burning, slick, and completely clamping down on every single vein along my cock. I can feel the pressure building fast in my balls, a heavy, throbbing ache that tells me I’m right on the edge.

“Don't you dare move,” I growl, pulling her hips back even harder against my pelvis.

I change the angle, lifting her right leg over my shoulder to open her up completely. Her puffy, dripping folds are fully exposed, glistening with a mixture of warm holiday oil and her own heavy squirt. I drive inside her again, burying myself to the absolute root, my heavy balls slapping violently against her drenched flesh with every single stroke.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The wet, echoing sound of our bodies colliding fills the entire set. Chloe is completely helpless beneath me, her fingers digging deep gouges into the velvet cushion as she moans brokenly, her head tossing from side to side.

“Leo oh God, I’m gonna come again you’re too deep you’re hitting it”

“Take it all, Chloe. Happy fucking Thanksgiving,” I pant, my breath hot against the back of her neck as I accelerate the pace into a frantic, punishing rhythm. Every thrust is shallow and brutal, striking her sweet spot over and over until her internal walls start to violently quiver and squeeze me with a desperate, crushing force.

The pressure pops.

Chloe Vance’s POV

I feel the exact moment Leo’s body goes completely rigid above me. His fingers dig so deep into my hips that it’s going to leave dark, bruising marks, anchoring me fiercely against his massive thighs.

“Chloe fuck, I’m cumming”

He drives forward one last, agonizingly deep time, pinning my pelvis flat against the table, and unloads. I scream as the first massive, boiling shot of his cum hits the very back of my throat-deep interior. It feels incredibly hot, a thick, pulsing river that rapidly fills my pussy to absolute overflowing. Shoot after shoot fires inside me, his cock pulsing and twitching violently against my walls as he drains himself completely.

The sheer volume is overwhelming. My pussy can't even hold it all; thick, white ropes of his cum instantly begin to leak out around the base of his shaft, mixing with the holiday oil and dripping heavily onto the dark mahogany wood.

My body slumps forward onto the table, my chest heaving rapidly as the heavy studio lights beat down on our sweat-soaked skin. Leo slowly pulls out of me, the wet, sucking sound echoing in the quiet room. A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers.

I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach.

I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips.

“Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”