A VERY STUFFED THANKSGIVING

Chloe Vance's POV

“That is a wrap on the holiday special, everyone! Great work!” The director’s voice echoes through the studio speakers, followed by the sound of the crew clapping and shifting heavy equipment.

I let out a shaky breath, my body tingling from the lingering aftershocks of that massive orgasm. The warm holiday oil is cooling on my skin, making the slick layer of Leo’s cum feel sticky against my thighs. I slide off the mahogany table, my legs still slightly unstable, and grab a silk robe off the nearby prop chair to wrap around my completely exposed, flushed body.

Leo is already walking off toward the men's dressing rooms, his broad, sweat-slicked back looking incredibly edible under the dimming studio lights. My pussy gives a sharp, needy twitch just watching the slow roll of his shoulders. Even after being thoroughly stuffed, the hunger hasn't completely left me.

I make my way down the quiet hallway to my private dressing room, the silver bells on my festive outfit jingling softly under the robe with every step. The second I step inside, I shut the door and lock it, letting out a long sigh as I face the vanity mirror. My makeup is beautifully ruined smudged mascara, swollen, dark pink lips, and a light glaze of dried juices still streaking my neck.

I untie the robe and let it drop to the floor. I'm right in the middle of unhooking the tight velvet collar around my throat, my tits bouncing free as I reach back to unzipper the rest of the outfit, when the door handle suddenly jiggles.

A heavy knock follows, and before I can even grab the robe, the lock clicks open with a master key.

Leo steps inside.

He’s already stripped out of his vest, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, exposing his deep V-line. His chest is still glistening with sweat, and I can see his cock thick and heavy, tracing a long, hard ridge down the front of the fabric.

“Forgot to say goodbye,” he growls, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a sharp click.

Leo’s POV

The second I walk in, the scent of her hits me warm skin, rich holiday oil, and the deep, musky sweetness of her soaked pussy. Seeing her standing there half-naked, her heavy breasts completely exposed with her puffy nipples standing flat and hard, makes my cock instantly slam against my waistband.

“Leo... the crew is right outside,” she whispers, though she doesn't make a single move to cover herself. Instead, her eyes drop straight to my crotch, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

“Let ’em hear,” I grunt, taking three heavy steps across the small dressing room.

I grab her by the waist, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, plush flesh of her hips, and yank her forward. Her oiled breasts slap hard against my bare chest with a wet smack, the sudden contact sending a jolt of pure heat straight to my balls. I slide my hand down, cupping one side of her heavy, jiggling ass and lifting her up.

She wraps her thick thighs tightly around my waist, her dripping pussy rubbing right against the front of my sweatpants. I can feel the scorching heat of her slick right through the fabric, soaking into the cotton instantly.

“I wasn't done with you,” I whisper into her ear, biting down hard on the sensitive lobe until she whimpers. “That set was for the cameras. This is for me.”

I shove my sweatpants down to my knees. My cock springs free, completely hard, dark purple and pulsing with thick veins, the head already weeping a heavy drop of sticky pre-cum.

Chloe Vance’s POV

The sight of his massive, veiny cock swinging toward me in the dim dressing room lighting makes my mouth flood with spit. I grip his broad shoulders, my nails digging deep into his skin as he guides the swollen head right against my throbbing pussy lips.

He doesn't ease into it this time. With one brutal, upward thrust, Leo buries his entire length deep inside me, pinning my back flat against the dressing room wall.

“AHHH fuck, Leo!”

A loud, completely unscripted scream rips from my throat as my walls stretch to the absolute limit. The fullness is staggering he hits my cervix instantly, his thick shaft dragging against every single raw, sensitive ridge inside me that he just spent the last hour tenderizing on set.

He anchors his hands under my ass, lifting my hips high, and begins to fuck me with a frantic, punishing rhythm. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of his pelvis slamming against my ass cheeks echoes loudly off the small dressing room walls. The vanity mirror vibrates, bottles of perfume and makeup brushes rattling on the counter beside us.

My heavy tits bounce wildly, slapping wetly against his chest, smearing the leftover holiday oil and sweat between our bodies until we are completely slick. I lock my ankles tight behind his back, my head tossing back against the drywall as pleasure slams through my brain like a freight train.

“You’re so wet... fuck, Chloe, your pussy is boiling,” he pants, his hot breath hitting my neck as his thrusts get faster, harder, driving his cock so deep I can feel it in my stomach.

“It’s yours fuck me, break the wall down Leo, yes!” I cry out, completely helpless against the sheer power of his body. My internal muscles are clenching and squeezing him in tight, rhythmic waves, desperate to drain every single drop from his balls.

I can feel the climax building again fast, violent, and completely uncontrollable. My thighs shake against his ribs, my vision going dark around the edges as my pussy clamps down on him like a tight fist.

“I’m coming Leo, I’m gushing!”

My walls erupt into a massive, violent spasm. A heavy stream of hot, milky squirt gushes out of me, running down his thighs and splashing loudly onto the hardwood floor beneath his feet. I scream into his shoulder, my teeth sinking into his collarbone as the intense pleasure tears through me, leaving my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Leo’s POV

Feeling her pussy violently clamp and pulse around my shaft while her hot squirt drenches my balls completely breaks my restraint. The pressure in my dick is unbearable, a burning explosion ready to rip free.

“Take it,” I roar, my voice deep and animalistic as I deliver three final, brutal slams, driving my cock into her to the absolute root.

My body goes completely rigid against the wall. I lock my arms around her ass, pinning her pelvis tight against mine, and unload. Shoot after shoot of thick, boiling cum fires deep into the very back of her pussy, filling her until she’s completely stuffed to maximum capacity. My cock twitches and pulses inside her, draining every single drop into her soaking heat.

The heat is overwhelming, our ragged breathing filling the small room as the reality of the release washes over us. Thick, white ropes of cum immediately begin to overflow from her pussy, dripping heavily down my sweatpants and puddling on the floor alongside her juices.

I slowly slide her down the wall, my cock pulling out with a loud, wet pop. A massive, thick stream of mixed cum and squirt instantly gushes out of her stretched center, running down her inner thighs in thick, shiny rivers.

Chloe sinks to her knees on the floor, her chest heaving rapidly as she looks up at me through her messy hair, her face completely flushed and a dark, wicked smile on her swollen lips.

I look down at her, my softening cock still dripping a final drop of cum onto her collarbone.

“Now... that’s a real Thanksgiving holiday special,” I pant, wiping the sweat from my forehead.