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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 jerkin

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

LUCIEN POV Elena's green eyes locked on mine across the kitchen island, dark and unblinking, like she could already taste me. I was still sitting on the barstool, my legs slightly parted from the way she'd stepped between them moments earlier. The hem of my soft holiday trousers rested pooled at my ankles; she'd already undone my belt, and neither of us had made a move to stop. The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights reflected off the marble counter, casting warm shadows across the room. "You're flushed, Lucian," she said, her voice low and rough, cutting through the faint sound of jazz music playing in the living room. "Your cheeks are pink, your breath is hitched, and I can see your length straining against that thin fabric like it's begging for attention." She leaned closer, her elbows on the marble so her full breasts rested heavily on the edge of the counter. "Tell me I'm wrong." I couldn't say a thing. My breath was shallow, and I was already throbbing, pre-come dampening

LUCIEN POV Elena rolled onto her side, still catching her breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she watched me with that predatory gleam. My face was still sticky with her release, lips swollen, jaw aching in the best way. She reached over, dragged a fingertip through the mess on my chin, then pushed it between my lips. "Suck," she ordered softly. I closed my mouth around her finger, tasting her again. She hummed approval, then leaned in and kissed me slow and filthy, her tongue sweeping through my mouth like she wanted every last drop back. When she pulled away her voice was rough. "I have something we could try." She rolled to the edge of the bed, opened the drawer, and brought out a little key. I stared at her as she got up on shaky legs, and moved towards the vanity table. She opened a drawer on its side with the key, and inside, wrapped in black silk, was a thick double-ended dildo that has a pussy at the second end deep purple silicone, ridged along the shaft, ea