Ian's screen debut continues

Ian was almost as impressed with Zoe’s monologue than he was with her cocksucking skills, which were considerable. It had been quite amusing as well as hot to see her patrician Victorian era façade of propriety give way to unadulterated cocklust, and the RP accent that she had put on had certainly helped her sustain the illusion. That said, her filthy talk now was also helping Ian along. When she had finally bared her boobs and spat out the word ‘titties’ Ian had released a few squirts of precum which she had dealt with hungrily.

Leaning her head back momentarily so that Ian’s massive fifteen-inch cock was staring her directly in the face, Zoe started to spit torrents of saliva onto the thick trunk of the member, quickly using her right hand on the vein-mapped fuckstaff to work the spit into the hard fleshpole.

‘Fucking huge cum-cannon…’ Zoe said as she blew more gluey froth onto Ian’s cock as she jacked it firmly, the vixen’s nasty eyes narrowed into a piercing stare as she admired the throbbing fuckstick from point blank range.

As if it was responding to all the juice that was being projected onto it, Ian’s dick formalised something of a return, the tip of the bell-shaped head suddenly propelling a clear jet of hot precum directly between Zoe’s eyes, splattering them. The massive-titted blonde neither flinched nor attempted to close her eyes and instead releasing a throaty and appreciative moan.

Looking around for the first time, Ian noticed that the two girls with cameras were intently focused on his groin area and that Zoe was giving them as much eye contact as she was to him. Her other hand was snaking around her own waistline and was currently engaged in the task of removing her skintight trousers which she finally succeeded in doing. Looking down from his position above her Ian saw the perfectly shaped buttocks of the busty teen pornstar emerge as she shucked off her trousers. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Zoe sucked Ian further. Then with a monumental gulp, she relinquished the cock, now coated in sloppy saliva.

‘Cut!’ called Candy suddenly.

‘What do you mean, cut?’ said Ian, almost on the threshold of his orgasm as the two camera operators, Lily and Louise, stopped filming for the moment.

Candy smiled, ‘we need some still shots,’ she said. ‘Giselle…’

At this, Giselle came to the fore with long lens camera. She had long black hair and was wearing a pair of shiny black faux-leather leggings that clung to every curve of her long legs accompanied with black vinyl stripper heels and nothing else other than a black bra on her torso.

‘Give me a few poses, baby,’ Giselle said to Zoe, ‘show me how you suck that cock.’

Responding to the encouragement, Zoe started to make alluring expressions, her gorgeous face on the end of Ian’s huge, glistening length. In order to stabilise it somewhat, Zoe placed her right hand around the base of the trunk of Ian’s member, holding it in a firm grip so she could direct the throbbing member against her plump lips.

‘Yeah,’ said Giselle, snapping away, ‘get that cock inside your slutty mouth.’

Zoe did as she was instructed and hefted Ian’s cock towards her mouth, plunging it into the hot pink maw. The throbbing purple cockend parted her lips and then penetrated deeply, with Zoe adjusting her body, going from her haunches to knees to accept the thick shaft all the way down her throat. Ian’s eyes widened in amazement as his thick pillar of flesh seemed to dilate the slutty babe’s windpipe. He gasped hoarsely as he saw Zoe progress up the shaft, devouring inch after inch of him. Giselle snapped more pictures.

Unbelievably, Ian found he was finally rooted in Zoe’s mouth, balls deep, his massive cum-filled globes hanging from her chin.

Then from her strange subdued position, Zoe winked at Giselle, who took another few snaps. From the way precum was fountaining from Ian’s pisshole, he was just about to burst.

‘That’s enough, Giss,’ said Candy, Lily and Louise, start filming.’

The two girls started rolling.

‘Action!’