“Don’t blame Alison, this was all my idea!”

You decide that the honourable thing to do is to take the fall for Alison. “Don’t blame Alison, this was all my idea!” you exclaim.

Alison goes on to survive the shoot, but Michael Day incinerates your career and then pisses on it to put the fire out.

You don’t care. Six months later, you and Alison Brie get married. Your unselfish sacrifice placed a seed in her heart that grew and blossomed into true love. Now you are Mr Alison Brie and you couldn’t be happier.

It’s your honeymoon. You are reclining on a beach lounge under a canopy of billowing white silk, watching Alison cavort in the water. There is no-one else for miles around. She emerges from the waves in a tiny red bikini and runs up to you.

You pass her a martini and she throws it back in one gulp, tossing the mini umbrella over her shoulder. Then she kisses you and your tongues entwine. She tastes of **** and salt. You place your hands on her hips and then run them up and down her cool, damp body.

Alison slithers down and releases your prick from your board shorts. She gives you a cheeky grin and engulfs it with her mouth. You’ve discovered that this is her favorite thing — taking a soft cock in her mouth and sucking it to hardness. It doesn’t take long.

Releasing your now-rigid dick with a wet pop she crawls up your body and sits astride you. You pull at the strings holding her bikini bottom in place and it falls away. Alison grinds her pussy lips up and down the length of your shaft before reaching down and grabbing your penis in her eager hand. She guides your cock head to the entrance of her dripping snatch and sinks her body down on it.

You fondle Alison Brie’s breasts as she rides you, her damp ass slapping against your thighs on each downstroke. She kisses you again. “I love you Tom” she whispers.

“Not as much as I love you!” you reply, your heart flooding with the strongest emotions you have ever felt in your life.

When you cum, it’s like you’re filling her with pure love. Her body drinks it with a thirst that will never abate. Alison Brie is yours, completely and utterly.

Treat her well, Tom. This is your happy ending.