Mouth of course

John's patience was wearing thin. He let out a frustrated sigh and roughly grabbed the strings of Lydia's bikini, yanking them off with a **** that made her gasp. "Hey!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear and anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Camila, who had been watching the scene unfold starts to get wet, she loves this almost as much as when he fucked her own daughter.

"Get on your knees, Lydia," John demanded, his voice booming through the room. Lydia's eyes widened in shock, and she hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with fear. But she knew she had ****. She slowly lowered herself to her knees, her hands shaking as she looked up at John.

"Please, John, don't do this," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. But John's expression remained unyielding.

John's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he undid the buckle of his belt, the sound of the metal clinking against itself echoing through the room. Lydia's eyes widened in horror as he slowly pulled down his zipper, the sound of the teeth releasing one by one like a countdown to her doom. With a deliberate slowness, John slid off his pants and underwear, revealing his massive cock, thick and erect, jutting out from his body like a weapon.

"Oh, God," Lydia whispered, her voice trembling with fear as she gazed up at John, her eyes fixed on his cock.

"Now suck it," John ordered, his voice commanding and cold. Lydia's eyes widened in shock, but she knew she had ****. She leaned forward, her trembling hands reaching out to grasp John's cock. She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before she closed her eyes and took him into her mouth.

John let out a low groan as he felt Lydia's warm, wet mouth envelop him. He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly as he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. Lydia's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her body shaking with fear and disgust.

John's grip on Lydia's hair tightened as he continued to thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, tears streaming down her face, but John didn't seem to notice or care.

"You're nothing but a talentless whore," John sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Bet you did this all the time and still didn't get a break in Hollywood, huh?"

Lydia's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to pull away, but John's grip on her hair only tightened.

"You're nothing but a pathetic, washed-up actress who can't even get a decent role," John sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he continued to thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of Lydia's throat. Lydia's eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe, her body shaking with fear and disgust.

"Shut up and suck it," John ordered, his grip on Lydia's hair tightening as he pulled her head closer to his crotch. Lydia's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to pull away, but John's grip only tightened.