On The Set

Emma Rain is standing in the bedroom set, her bust on full display as the lighting people adjust the harshness of the light highlighting her tits. Even the mentally insane deserve to know where there eyes should be trained on for this scene.

The director, tapping her foot on the ground, suddenly perks up when you enter the area.

“We’re going to have to do some subtle camera-work and editing afterwards to get this scene to work,” the director says, “but I think we can do it. Bond, I want you standing by the bed here. Rain, do your work. Action.”

The cameras start rolling, and your eyes are fixated on Emma. She stares straight at you with a lustful look as she rips off her top, her DD breasts straining against the fabric of her bra. Her nipples stand erect against the fabric, two delightful nubs standing at attention. You take this as your cue to get going.

The gap between the two of you closes in a heartbeat, and your hands find themselves roaming all over Emma’s massive tits, squeezing them hard. She moans into your skin, her hot breath tickling your shoulder, and you begin to knead, the **** of your body pushing her backwards until she collapses onto the bed.

In your peripheral vision, you see the cameras shifting to get a better angle, and your clothes fly off as if they were never there in the first place. You position yourself above Emma, and as she softly calls for your cock, you slip two fingers into her slick pussy, feeling the tight hotness.

“Cut,” the director calls out, just as you lower your cock to her pussy, preparing to push in.

The attendants hurry in with the transparent sheet, laying it over Emma’s body.

“I don’t think this is necessary,” you say, pointing at flimsy thing.

“I concur,” Emma says. “It’s just going to get in the way of the scene’s authenticity, you know what I mean?”

The director gives both of you a hard look, and then nods. The attendants rush back in and pull off the covering, and you straddle Emma once more, playing with her breasts. She lets out a gasp.

“Action,” the director calls out, and you take the plunge, your cock entering her snug depths.

You **** your way deep inside of her, and then you begin to pound her with increase speed.

“That’s it, jackhammer me, fill me up and split me apart,” she cries.

You have **** but to obey, and go faster, the characteristic slap of your balls against her pussy sounding out. It forms a steady percussive beat as you fuck her as intensely as you can, her entire being rocking and gyrating along with your incredible thrusts.

“Plow me so hard, because I need your seed. Fucking water me! Oh fuck this, I’m such a hoe,” she screams.

Is she onto agricultural metaphors now? It doesn’t matter, as the entire bed starts to shake from the **** of your pounding.

“Oh, fuck my pussy so raw that I won’t be able to walk for a fortnight,” she gasps. “Scratch that, make it the next blue moon,” she corrects herself, as you somehow go more vigorously.

Her tight walls clench harder, and the sensation supersedes everything, the **** burning through her natural juices, the friction pushing you past the point of no return. Your cum spills out into her, thick white ropes gushing out, and she cums too, her whole body rocking back and forth.

“Great acting,” the director mutters, as you roll off of the nubile Ms. Rain. Her body is red and raw from the forceful way she treats you, and she sighs in contentment and exhaustion. “That should be all the footage that we need. Thank you, Mr. Bond, for helping us out at this moment. I’ll call you, should we need you for any further scenes.”

With that, a dozen people surround you, bringing you your clothes, refreshments, towels to wipe off your body. Eventually, it all gets sorted out, and you’re following an attractive lady… somewhere.