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She groaned, "Give me that pornstar...fuck me...fuck me...yeah, fuck me...fuck me with that big cock!" Pete teased her, "Sweetie, let me remind you...you've got Anton...Isiah...Magnum...and a very well-hung husband...you got your very own pornstars." She grinned, "Mmmm...after tonight...I know that!" She immediately went back to the fantasy cock she had fucking her. Pete plunged the dildo in and out, while Jo reached for her bud...deep red and engorged, it looked ripe for the picking. Aching for release, her fingers circled it slowly and she shuddered, moaning, "Mmmm yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck yeah!"

Chapter 25 Derek’s POV We were so close. Jenny was on her back on the couch with her legs were spread wide around my hips while I fucked her in long deep strokes. Lisa sat on Jenny’s face, grinding slow and wet against her sister’s mouth, one hand braced on the armrest and the other tugging her own nipple. The room was full of the soft wet sounds of sex and the broken little noises Jenny made every time I bottomed out inside her. I could feel both of them tightening, Jenny’s pussy fluttering around my cock, Lisa’s thighs starting to shake on either side of Jenny’s head. They were right there, right on the edge of coming together, when the front door opened.

We didn't exactly go around telling people we just got done filming two people fucking. My assistant brought my robe to me before I stepped out of the lights and took a greedy drink of the water handed to me. The brunnete in the scene with me came up and ran her hand down my chest. "That was amazing. Perhaps we can work together again." Winking, she walked away from me then as my eyes went straight to her ass. She had nothing on Lynn's but it was still nice and I had just came all over it.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.