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She presses the button to go to a private room with her. We hear the woman's voice through the speaker. "Hi, I'm Pussy1000. Who are you?" "Hi, Peyton, this is London." "Oh, hi London, welcome back. I didn't expect you to call me again so soon since you were online last night. Do you like what I'm wearing?" She stands up to show off her body. She's wearing some colorful boy shorts and is topless. "Wow, those are hot." Peyton models them and slides them down her body. She moves her pussy closer to the camera and fingers it. "I know this is what you came to see, isn't it?"

The studio lights scorched my skin as I strutted onto the set, every camera lens locked on my body like a predator. I was Lila, the rookie, but tonight I’d break Drake, the smug male star who thought his fat cock made him king. My pussy already dripped under the sheer black thong, clit throbbing against the lace, nipples stabbing through my bra. The live-stream chat blew up with tips, thousands watching, their filthy comments making my cunt pulse.

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“She’s getting dick from everywhere too. There are at least twenty videos we have found with partners. All the men are packing.” “Are there any more with this guy? This is the best.” “No,” Lee shook his head. “Most of them are with this big dark-skinned dude with braids. She acts like a regular porn star in those and all the others, doing it for the dick. This,” he pointed at his screen, “she was fucking the man. Not just his junk. It’s wicked. You should watch it from the beginning.” That monstrous energy inside of me was burned from the sock for a long time, but it was starting to bubble to the surface again, raging larger than ever before. “DID. YOU. FIND. HER?!”

He reached for the envelop that had been begging to be opened and the first information he saw almost had him falling off his chair. “Pornstar?! She was a pornstar?!” Dante called out, earning him a few gasps and puzzled looks from the customers that were enjoying their coffee. He coudn’t care any less that he did as his eyes quickly ran through the report. Skai Leighton, stage name Lustful Lily.

“I’m over here losing my mind, and the little stool is posting stories. Fuck this whole situation!” The video had obviously worked for her... “Brother, this isn’t working. I’m deleting them, but they’re working with backups. They’re uploading from other accounts with auto-bots.” “What the fuck are you talking about? What bots?! Is this some organized shit?” “Honestly, I think so! Someone is behind this. But I have a plan.” If someone was behind this, it could only be one person. I went to Night’s official page. The video was right there, front and center.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

My eyes met with Penelope’s eyes and she hit me with the what do you want now look. “He he is asking for a naughty video of me before he can send a larger amount. How do i get a video of myself?” She rolled her eyes on me and took my phone. “Gay men have always been too demanding. So i just logged you into a website where people drop their nude videos without their faces. Check for the page that matched your body and send to him.” My mouth dropped as i scrolled through my screen and watching the millions of fenale and male pictures and videos.

Emily took a deep breath, “I'm in. I'll accept your proposal. I'll be your fake girlfriend” And with those words—she knew she sealed her fate.