Blow James

Without saying a word, Stephanie takes the head of James's dick into her mouth. It twitches at the contact and swells a bit more.

"Yeah, suck it bitch," says James, his hand slowly guiding her head up and down the upper inch or two of his cock.

Stephanie reluctantly runs her tongue all around the head, gently sucking on it, trying to ignore its dirty taste.

"That's right... I knew I could bring you around to my point of view." He pushes her pretty blonde head a little deeper, making her take a couple more inches of his filthy smelly dick.

Then he withdraws from her mouth and slides his thick long wet dick over her face. "Lick it."

Stephanie sticks out her tongue and licks James's shaft as he rubs it against her face.

"Ooooh yeah," James enthuses. "You're such a naughty slut!"

He grabs hold of his dick and slaps her face with it. "Take that - it's exactly what a filthy slut like you deserves!"

"Asshole," Stephanie glares up at him.

"You better watch your mouth if you want my money," says James. "Anyway slut, don't talk with your mouth full."

The lecherous producer shoves his large sweaty balls into her mouth, and she sucks on them hard, trying to milk out all their man-gravy and get it over with.

"Fuck, you're gooood," James moans. "Yeah, you know just what to do to make a man feel good..."

He sticks his dick back in her mouth and pushes her head against the wall, so he can thrust in and out, deeper and faster than before. Gluck, Gluck, Gluck.

Stephanie rapidly runs her tongue all around the swollen shaft filling her mouth, madly sucking on it like a lollipop.

"Ooooooh... You've done this before, haven't you, you naughty little whore? You act so innocent, but I knew you must be freaky, walking around with those massive melons almost falling out of your dress."

At that very moment, {if Bra = 1}Stephanie's bra suddenly snaps and falls out the front of her dress{endif}{if Bra = 0}one shoulder strap of Stephanie's dress suddenly snaps{endif}, letting her nubile young breasts spill out and jiggle in tandem with the mouth-fucking she was receiving.

James reaches down with one hand and roughly gropes the nearest breast. He runs a finger around her nipple which is hardening from its sudden exposure to the cool air.

"Ooooh, you really are loving my cock, you filthy slutty girl..." he groans.

This belief seems to push him over the edge. His engorged cock pulsates inside Stephanie's mouth, and she feels it start to fill her mouth with his salty slimy spunk.

She doesn't swallow, so the copious cumload overflows out of her mouth and drips off her chin onto her breasts and dress.

When he's finally spent, James relinquishes his grip on her head and pulls his softening cock slips out of her mouth, admiring the mess he's made.

"Damn, you look good with your tits out and cum all down your front. Alright, I'll give you some money for your film."

The producer pulls up his pants, sits down, and returns to speaking in a businesslike tone. "Now, in order to get it out by December, I need you to finish filming by 12th September, but no later."

Stephanie steps out into the corridor, shamefully trying to hold her torn {if Bra = 1}bra{endif}{if Bra = 0}dress{endif} up over her shoulder. She meets Colette walking out of the other office, in the process of putting her own tits back in her untorn dress without any embarrassment.

"Need a hand?" asks Colette, visibly lusting after Stephanie's busty body as much as the producers. "I'll help you find a pin to stick your {if Bra = 1}bra{endif}{if Bra = 0}dress{endif} back together. Clothes get torn all the time around here, it's no big deal."