What's next?
"such wonderful, huge tits, my dear."
"Truly. They are spectacular. Let's move this rehearsal along, shall we," he said as he leans in. Holy shit. Here comes...
{reveal "his mouth."}
{endreveal}
His tongue hits my nipple like a fucking lighting bolt. He sucks and nibbles and licks and I can barely contain myself.
"This role..." I say through breathy gasps, "will it really have so many scenes... of my tits getting played with... and ahhh... sucked on so much," I ask. A lewd chorus of suckling and moaning serve as punctuation for the thought.
"Indeed, my love, indeed it will. The story... mmmm, is a romantic epic the tells the story of two passionate lovers," he said, between...
{reveal "mouthfuls of my tits."}
{endreveal}
"including how they consummate their love. Often. Passionately."
Christ, my panties were flooding. I was only half listening to him, but I knew it was all bullshit. There was no role. This wasn't any kind of audition or a rehearsal. He was just taking advantage.
And I as letting him.
Why the fuck was I letting him?
Because I allowed myself to be a little naughty, and get a little turned on, during the shoot? How much of a slut am I? It's not like Terrance is even attractive. He's just a creep.
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