You're well aware of Gwyneth Paltrow's reputation; the super-rich bitch totally ambivalent to any actual suffering in the world. A day ago you'd have said you don't care about her or her reputation or any of that hype.
But now as you watch her skinny naked body, covered in sweat, her small flat breasts and perked up nipples, her dark blonde bush atop her moist cunt, you decide it's time to show her what it's like not to be spoiled.
"Not you Gwyneth." You bark.
She looks at you in shock for a moment, slowly pulling her hand out from between Brie Larson's lips. She smirks. She doesn't believe it. But she should.
"You're not allowed to participate in any of this." You say, suddenly feeling a pleasant sensation on your cock. You glance down. Cobie has slipped it deep in her throat now. Elizabeth has her by the back of her head, and is easing her down, so your head squeezes between her tight tonsils.
When you look back up to Gwyneth, you see that she's started to lock her lips with Brie, assuming maybe you weren't serious or maybe trying to get a little last minute fun in before your attention returns to her. "I'm not kidding bitch!" you say.
"Then what do you want me to do?" She says with a snort.
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