Meadow Rain

Jamaal and Meadow sat down in the nearby booth, looking at each other with mutual interest.

"I thought you only played with the stars," Jamaal said pointedly.

"You're from South Carolina. Not many of us around."

"You too?" Jamaal said, surprised.

"Yeah, used to strip at a club called Sugar's."

"No shit, that was like a block off where I lived."

"So how's life in the League?" she asked curiously.

"Hm. It's tough riding the bench. Ever since I was young, just wanted to prove myself, prove myself, prove myself. And now I gotta sit and carry other people's bags and shit."

"Gotta work your way up," Meadow said.

"Yeah, that's what the coaches say. What about you?"

"It's good. Got an OnlyFans going. Would like to shoot some more stuff though."

"Well, maybe you can give me some stress relief and I can give some material."

"Now that sounds like a deal, Mr. King."

***

Jamaal took his stripping the porn star. He sucked at her rosy pink nipples, squeezing her round ass. He tried very hard not to think of Elizabeth, but noticing the differences. Larger here. Silicone there. Sluttier here.

He wore a simple mask, Meadow having the camera on a tripod. She admired his well built, masculine body, kissing his biceps and pecs and strong abs. Then she moved down, pulled down his pants and boxers, waiting for oh-so-familiar bounce of a big black cock. She opened her mouth in mock surprise, then hungrily attacked him, expertly sucking his cock and balls until they were dripping her saliva. He focused on staying silent, not wanting this to ever get it out that it was he on the giving end.

She had him lay on the bed, mounting him, her wet, waxed cunt and tight asshole on full display. He moaned as her soft wet sex enveloped him, bouncing down faster and faster, until she was a blur. She cummed multiple times, sometimes fake for the benefit of the camera, sometimes real, and he got glimpses of the woman behind Meadow. Eventually, he pulled out, giving the porn star a facial. And she gave him her number.