Inside Of Her

You grab Alison Brie’s tits as you bang the actress over the back of her couch. Her breasts are soft and pliant, her nipples hard and erect. Each slap of your hips against her ass causes her body to jiggle in all the right places.

“I can’t believe I’m letting a writer fuck me,” pants Alison. “Can we pretend you’re a producer?”

You choose to ignore her question; instead you slap her ass and drill her harder. Then you grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back as you unload your balls into her.

“Oh god, did you just cum inside me?” cries Alison.

You pause for a moment. “Was that question directed at me?”

A short while later Alison is showing you the door. “Don’t tell anyone about this, John” she warns.

She needn’t have worried. You know no one would believe that you actually fucked Alison Brie. But evidence of your dalliance surfaces a few months later.

While eating breakfast you read in the trades that Michael Day has dropped Alison Brie from the project. It seems she got herself pregnant.

You can’t read the rest because you’ve suddenly regurgitated Cheerios and milk all over the paper.