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Days past. They weren't making the porno. You wanted to know if Morgan would actually go through with it. So you decided to send Bill emails about home-made porno under several aliases. It worked like a charm as Bill begged her.

Morgan finally gave in, to your horror. They planned to do it on there days off. You set up your cameras to be ready. On the day of, Bill bought a tripod, and set up their camera to view the couch. Morgan began to apply make-up. You watched her put on see-through turquoise panties and put on the tight school-girl outfit top. She brushed her hair. She had just gotten a hair-cut, it was rather in a short bob. Did she really want to do this? You wondered to yourself. She pulled on her plaid school-girl skirt, and then put on pink high-heels that strapped around her feet. They made her several inches taller.

Bill meanwhile, adjusted the camera. You watched from your own, not realizing it was rather weird. Morgan came out and went to the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of chilled tequila and began to pour shots. "So what is the story in this porn?" She asked.

He laughed, "We don't need a story!"

She brought him a shot. Then she took her own and they drank them down. "Yes we do," she said going over to make sure the blinds on the door to the outside deck were securely covering the view inside. "We need dialogue." She went back to the kitchen and poured more shots. She took a swig of the bottle herself. She clearly needed liquid courage.

Bill thought "How about I'm the pizza man then," he said. "Like you said back in Orlando."

Morgan shook her head, "That's too cliche. We need something good." She sat on the couch, and put her heels on the table. Bill sat next to her and they discussed the plot and drank shots of tequila. They were getting drunk. "It has to be good," she said.

He got a look like a light-bulb went off in his head. "I got an idea. But you might not like it." He looked at her. She was hooked, and so were you. "How about we just do a story from real life. A cheating girlfriend story."

WHAT! He couldn't be thinking. He wouldn't. Morgan wouldn't let it happen. Then you almost cried out in anger as she slowly nodded her head. "We know that scene," she laughed. "And this was the first thing I wore when we..." She smiled to herself, almost remembering the betrayal as it was her first kiss. She looked at him. "LET'S DO IT!" She stood up and paced. "But I'm gonna play it like the good girl." She pointed to him, "You....you just be you." She clapped her hands. "We don't even need to write a script."

Bill got up and went to the camera. Morgan sat down and adjusted her hair. "When you hit record. STAY in character." She was like the director now. It was so strange.

He hit the button and pointed to Morgan. You picked the feed from across on the other wall. It gave you a clear view of the couch. Morgan looked up to Bill who walked over to the couch. "You shouldn't be here!" She said. Her acting was terrible.

He sat down on the couch next to her, "You know you want me here." His acting wasn't much better. He put his hand on her knee.

"STOP!" She over exaggerated and turned away like it was a Soap Opera. "My boyfriend is your best friend. How could you do this?"

Bill rubbed her thigh. His hands moved to her inner thigh under her skirt. "I've always wanted you. Fuck him, he doesn't deserve you!" His hand went under her skirt, and even at your angle you couldn't see.

Morgan clenched her fists, her acting not improving. "WHY? Why do you have to be so strong and handsome!"

Bill leaned in. His hand up her skirt obscenely now. "All the better to FUCK YOU WITH!" Apparently, he was doing the big-bad wolf from little red riding hood. He leaned in to kiss her neck. Her mouth went wide open and her eyes shot open. It was terrible acting. She went down as Bill pushed himself on top of her. She was lying on the couch. Bill lifted her skirt for his own camera. You zoomed in to see that he had moved the panties aside to get her cunt exposed. He had two fingers up to the knuckle inside her. "If you don't love me," Bill stated in a terrible uppity accent, "Then you won't cum!" His acting was terrible as well.

You watched Morgan's face, as she began to bite her lip. Her eyes were closed, and her head was burying itself into the pillows of the couch. She was moaning now. "I can't..." she said between breaths in an attempt to keep up the scene. "I won't...I....." Morgan's legs spread wide open. One of her legs went up on top of the couch, the other draped down. She muttered loudly, "OH FUCKING SHIT I'M GONNA SQUIRT!" Either she wasn't in character, or that was the best acting of her life. Her hips bucked forward and a torrent of juices sprayed onto the couch.

Morgan put her hands on her face and sighed. You knew she'd be mad as she got the couch wet again.

Bill remained in character and stood up. "Now I'm going to have you!" He pushed her down until her back was on the wet spot. He made sure that her pussy was facing his own camera. Bill got on top of her. "You're going to be my girlfriend!"

She shook her head, "Bill wait, we need to clean this up. It's kinda gross. I need...." she tried to get up. She wasn't acting anymore.

He held her down. "No, this is going to happen. It was inevitable." He pulled his pants down a little. You could see her leg come up around his back. But the money shot was not there. You switched to the closest camera to Bill's own. The shot was even worse.

He held her face. "I love you," he said in character as he pushed himself onto her further.

Her face told the tale. She wasn't acting, at least, you didn't think she was. Her face contorted like she was in pain. "Owwww." She muttered. Her legs coming around his back. "Cut it out," she said, again, out of character.

"Never!" He said with terrible acting. He buttocks began to hump into her. "Feel it all! He taunted her in the accent again. Bill buried his face in her neck and began to pump into her.

Morgan's eyes closed. She began moving her mouth like a fish out of water. Things began to change, as her hands rested on his back. They gripped at this t-shirt. He sensed the change and pulled his body up a little. "So is someone having fun now?"

Morgan's heels tapped at his legs. "Get your clothes off!" Bill obliged by pulling his shirt over his head. While he did that, Morgan untied the front of her top, and her tits came free. Bill took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked.

"I love these tits," he said. His acting seemed better, unless he wasn't.

"Sit back," she told him. He did as instructed. Morgan stood up, and pulled off his pants. Then she dropped her skirt to the floor, and pulled off the top. You switched to a better feed to see her front side. She looked gorgeous, clad only in the heels. She straddled Bills lap. You saw her reach down and grab his cock as she lowered herself down. In one motion, she was sitting in his lap, fully impaled on his cock. She began to move softly and slowly, just like the night she was dressed as Snow White. Again, she moaned "HHHHuuuuuuuhhh" into the air as her head fell back.

Bill grabbed her ass cheeks and moved his hips slowly up and down. "Do you love me?" He asked her. He took a tit into his mouth.

Morgan answered him. Either her acting was getting better, or you were seeing the real thing. "Oh god babe! I love you so much!" She pleaded almost to the gods themselves. "I'll be your girlfriend, I'll marry you, I'll have you babies, JUST DON'T EVER STOP!" Then it happened again, and Morgan had another mind-blowing orgasm right before your eyes. Her whole body shook.

Even Bill was shocked at her words. They seemed sincere. The words were too much for you. You were sure she meant them. She began to sob again, and she kissed his forehead over and over. "I love you, I love you." She fell off Bill into a writhing ball of ecstasy. She rolled on the couch over and over.

Bill stood up on the couch, and Morgan looked up at him. "I'm gonna fuck your face babe!" He told her almost asking.

Morgan eagerly reached up to grab his cock and took it into her mouth. Bill held her by the head and knelt on one knee, his other leg on the ground. Morgan had to crouch down. This wasn't a blowjob. Bill was actually fucking her face. He pounded back and forth. Morgan occasionally chocked and gagged, yet, she kept going. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Bill shouted. "SWALLOW IT ALL!" She buried her head forward on his shaft, complying with his request. You could see her throat contract as she swallowed his cum. Finally done, he pulled out, a trail of cum connecting his cock to her lips.

He plopped down on the couch. Morgan snuggled up under his arm. She kissed his cheek. "And SCENE!" She said exhausted.

The pair went about cleaning up the room. Morgan wiped down the couch. They adjusted the pillows, and picked up all the clothes. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bedroom. "I don't know about you, but I need a nap."

Bill walked over to the camera and shut it off. "That was good acting," he said.

Morgan rubbed her head and breathed heavily, still spent. "Uh...yeah....acting," she said. They both laughed and went to nap in Morgan's bed.

You watched the video like a loser over and over. Your version was no doubt better. You spanked it to the scene again and again. You couldn't get her words out of your head. She wasn't acting.