Full Nelson Anal!

“Ooh,” Jennifer cooed as John came up behind her. Despite all of her protests, her slit was moist and ready for John as he ran his cock over it. “Yeah, baby, fuck my pussy,” she murmured, glancing back over her shoulder. Then John moved his cock to her ass. “W—wait!” Jennifer managed to say before he started pushing in.

All of the air was pushed from Jennifer Lawrence’s lungs as John’s cock pushed into her untouched hole, using his full bodyweight to slowly thrust his length past the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” he laughed, as his cock struggled to get past the halfway point. “Guess there was one hole you haven’t used on the casting couch!”

Instead of letting her answer, John snaked his arms under the celebrity’s knees and then around the back of her neck, putting her into a full nelson. The piece de resistance came when John leaned back, lifting Jennifer into the air. She managed to let out a cry of surprise moments before her own bodyweight started pulling her down on John’s thick cock. She let out a breathless cry, her tight, hot hole convulsing around him as she futilely tried to prevent her anal defloweration.

All the Hollywood starlet could do was flail her legs helplessly as John’s cock sunk deeper and deeper into her ass, her tight ring of muscles dutifully stretching to accommodate his every inch.

“Please, stop! It’s too big!” she whimpered, slapping her hands useflessly against his thighs, tapping out even as barely half his shaft was throbbing inside her hot tunnel. “Take it out! Take it out!” she begged as if she could regain her anal virginity if they stopped now.

Ignoring her pleas, John rolled his hips, giving a few experimental thrusts that made Jennifer cry out. There was the sound of a shutter click, drawing John’s gaze to the limo driver, who had their phone pointed at the action.

“Hey, if you send me the pics and vids you’re taking, I’ll put on a really good show,” John grinned.

“Whatever you say, boss," the driver grinned.

The casual response to JLaw’s anal fucking was enough to spur John on. He finally gave the actress was she wanted, lifting her up off of his cock.

“W—what?” she managed to say, surprise, relief, and disappointment all mixing together in her voice.

Then John dropped her, thrusting hard as the blonde fell. His cock speared into her tightest tunnel, breaking in like an ICE team on some illegal immigrants. Her bouncy ass slapped against his thighs, his balls whipping her gushing slit.

Jennifer Lawrence screamed as she came—a raw animalistic roar of pleasure as her butthole squeezed John’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. Her pussy clenched and twitched before an arc of clear liquid shot from her cunt, almost hitting the limo driver’s phone before splashing across the limo.

When John managed to look at the files the limo driver sent him later, he would see that Jennifer’s eyes had rolled back in her head and her tongue had lolled out of her mouth, making her look like a true casting couch slut that had just been fucked silly.

“Squirting from being fucked in the ass?” John laughed. “Aren’t you just a little gold-digging whore?”

Jennifer grunted dumbly in response, her entire body almost like putty in his hands.

“Smile for the camera, J-Law!” John suggested. Her stupid look still on her face and liquid dripping down between her leg like a leaky faucet, the movie star had enough wherewithal to lift up her hands and make two peace signs.

As the driver recorded what had to be J-Law's most embarrassing moment of her life (and possibly her first ever ahegao) it occurred to John that he had yet to cum...