Love scene

You repeat what you had done previously until your character approaches hers. Marisa holds a pool cue and walks around the table over to you.

"Tell you what. If you can beat me in a game of pool, I'll tell you where he is. Otherwise, you'll have to leave. Deal?"

"Deal," you respond.

Marisa proceeds to rack the balls and she goes first again. However, this time, she deliberately does a bad break and just scatters the balls without pocketing any. You pick up your cue to take your turn, but not before taking off your jacket. "You should take your jacket off if you want to play properly," you say with a wink. Marisa hesitates for a second before she does so, throwing her jacket over the back of a stool. Now, you see that the simple cloth that covers her chest is just that, a cloth that is tied in a knot behind her back, barely holding it together against her enormous breasts.

You then sink 1 ball before missing the next shot. As Marisa steps up for her turn, you put down your cue and walk around the pool table slowly to her, standing behind her as she aims. As she leans down, you reach over and pull at the knot on her back and the cloth immediately gives way, popping loose onto the table. In her shock and surprise, Marisa accidentally miscues the ball as she tries to cover up with her left hand.

"What the fuck?!" she exclaims, wheeling around to face you with her face across her chest and the cue still in her right hand.

"We didn't discuss any other rules. You'll just have to play through any distractions," you taunt her. She glances to the side at the director for help but he waves her on to keep going, and she realizes she has ****. You grab the black cloth off the table and toss it aside before she can get to it, and she gives you a deathly glare but doesn't say anything.

"Tell you what, as a sign of good faith, I'll take my shirt off too." You take off your t-shirt and toss it aside, before sinking the next ball. You then miss the next one on purpose. Marisa walks around the table to where she has to take her shot, and she thinks for a long time before taking her hand off her chest, revealing her magnificent breasts to everyone on set and especially you, before bending down to aim. She looks determined and you applaud when she makes the shot. As she gets ready to take her next shot, you again walk over to behind her and she looks over her shoulder warily at you before returning her attention to the table.

Of course, you're not going to leave her alone. You go up to her and grab her breasts from behind, causing her to shriek in surprise and struggle against you. "Come on, this isn't fair!" she protests as you squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, squirming in your arms. Then, she lowers her voice to a whisper so that only you can hear, "Please. I'll be good. Let's just return to the script. Please."

However, you ignore her pleas and tell her to take the shot. Amazing, she still manages to make it with you draped all over her and fondling her breasts. You let go of her and follow her to the next spot on the table. Marisa takes a deep breath before leaning down. Again, you wrap your arms around her, although this time instead of lingering on her breasts, your hands move down the front of her body to her toned stomach, then to the button of her jeans.

"Noooo...." Marisa begs you as the button comes loose and you pull the zipper down. Immediately, your hands slip into her jeans and you feel her pussy through her panties, using your fingers to press into her warm folds through the thin material. Next, you tug at her skintight jeans, pulling it down bit by bit until it's just above her knees and her panty clad ass is revealed. She's wearing a matching black pair of panties.

"Go on, keep playing," you say into Marisa's ear. She tries to aim her cue, but she can't get the angle right under your weight. She gives up after a while, and just stands there against the table while your hands keep exploring her body. She heaves a sigh of relief when your hands leave her, but then gasps when she hears the clinking of your belt buckle as you undo your pants behind her, still firmly pressing against her from behind. With some effort, you manage to pull your own pants and underwear down to your knees with one hand, and you rub your now hard cock against the valley between Marisa's ass cheeks.

"No, no, no, no, no. Please! I'll tell you where he is! Please, stop! I lose!" Marisa begs, and it sounds like she's crying as you pull her panties down. You reach down with one hand and push your cock down, slipping it between her legs without penetrating her so that the tip is sticking out in front of her, and you move your hips back and forth slowly, letting her warm thighs rub against your cock. In her current position, it's hard for Marisa to stand straight or even move, and she's powerless, wedged between you and the table.

"If you beg me to stick it in you, I won't do it. I promise," you say.

"That's not true!" Marisa cries through her tears. She's completely defeated now and she leans forward onto the pool table, jutting her ass out, fully aware of what's about to happen. You've toyed with her for long enough and so without anymore pretense, you pull your cock back and press it against her pussy lips, which are already parted, then you thrust in hard.

"AHHH!" Marisa exclaims as she feels the full length of your shaft, before you start humping her like a dog. There's stunned silence all around the set as you imagine everyone watching you fuck Marisa from behind. Her pussy is nice and snug, with the right level of tightness, and just the reality of being able to fuck a Sports Illustrated model that you've jerked off to is incredibly hot, and you can't last longer than a couple of minutes, furiously pounding away from behind Marisa like your life depends on it. You reach around Marisa to grab her breast with one hand again when you feel yourself about to erupt, and you use your other hand to turn the model's face around so that you can kiss her at the exact same time you start to cum. Marisa feels the hot stream inside her and she cries even harder, knowing there's nothing she can do while you snake your tongue into her mouth, forcing her to look into your eyes. You hold the position for a little bit more after than, and give her another couple of thrusts for the fun of it, before you let go of Marisa and step back, your slick cock covered in cum slipping out of her. Marisa slumps forward on the table and continues to sob quietly.

"Cut!" you announce. "That was good. Let's take a break and do one where Marisa is the aggressor, huh?"

There are murmurs around the set as you walk off with your costume in hand, and nobody goes to help Marisa.