Cum in J-Law's ass!

The sight of the blond starlet whoring for the camera spurred John on harder as he applied more pressure to his full nelson, nearly bending the slut in half as he pounded the bitch's ass, sending her crashing against his soaking wet lap.

By now, Jennifer’s rather modest tits had completely shaken free from her tight cocktail dress, now swaying and bouncing hypnotically with every rhythmic thrust of her "boyfriend's" cock.

The harder John pounded, the louder Jennifer moaned. Her ravenous howls of unbridled lust echoed through the limousine after every plunge of John’s length as she obviously discovers a new-found appreciation for anal sex.

Each thrust seemed to bring her to a miniature orgasm, resulting in another thick stream of Jen’s sticky love-honey squirting from the star’s untouched pussy onto the shag carpet below; John didn’t want to be around when the cleaning bill for all this debauchery arrived.

It wasn’t long before John felt his peak nearing, those last few pounding thrusts growing more **** and out of rhythm as her tightly gripping hole pushed him closer to the edge.

“And the award for the biggest cockwhore goes to…” John groaned through gritted teeth.

With one final thrust, John buried himself to the hilt in Jennifer’s ass as his twitching cock pumped the full payload of his balls deep inside the starlet’s bowels. Her tight ring of muscles milked his pulsating cock, holding nothing back as it emptied every last drop of thick cum from his spasming member deep within her.

A totally spent John slumped in his limo seat while simultaneously relaxing his grip on Jen.

John’s slowly shrinking cock exited from her ass with an audible pop he dropped the famous celebrity face-first into a puddle of her own arousal. A thick waterfall of white trickled from her gaping hole and coated her shiny slit as she laid there for a moment, both of them panting and huffing the fumes of their limousine fuckest. John looked over to the driver to see him giving him the thumbs-up like a Hollywood director just getting the perfect shot of the action.

Suddenly, the post-sex haze was shattered by a loud honking from the limo behind them.

“Shit!” the driver exclaimed, seeing the line of limos in front of them completely gone and nothing but a clear shot to the red-carpet drop-off. “We'll be there shortly, Ms. Lawerence!”

“Fuck!” Jennifer exclaimed, suddenly aware of how fucked she looked. She began scrambling, even though John’s cock had left her limbs as sturdy as jelly—trying to straighten her dress, ripped and stained as it was, checking her smeared and runny makeup—and just trying to look like she hadn’t just been animistically ass fucked inside her own limo. And, to top it all off, John still hadn’t put on the suit she had gotten for him!

“Fuckfuckfuck!" she hissed as the limo came to a stop—the flash of paparazzi cameras already piercing the tinted windows of the limo. “What do I do?" she asked John realizing she can’t hide in the car since she’s already arrived.