The CEOs Star
She felt him pull out of her and knew that he was close, he rubbed himself off and came on her back, his hot semen splashing on her skin.
The camera man zoomed in on their faces one last time before he stopped filming.
Lena Morgan wiped the sweat off her brow and smiled faintly at the camera lens still pointed her way. The man she’d just performed with disappeared into his changing room without a word, and she didn’t mind. It was always like this—no names, no affection, just bodies and angles and chemistry that could be bought and sold.
She stepped off the set, her bare feet padding against the cold studio floor, and made her way toward the changing room. Behind her, the cameraman lingered w
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