A new angle

The next morning, Manny arrived at the studio complex with a measured, professional demeanor. He had spent the night talking with Cheri, and they had agreed he would start by requesting a clear boundary: no sexual scenes involving Brianna and himself. He walked straight toward Dylan’s office with calm resolve.

Maddy intercepted him in the hallway, glancing around nervously before pulling him into a side equipment room and closing the door.

“Manny, wait,” she whispered urgently. “You need to know the truth before you go in there.”

Manny crossed his arms. “Talk fast.”

Maddy took a shaky breath. “Ally blackmailed Ansley and me. She found out about all the studio costumes and props we’ve been using in our OnlyFans. She threatened to fire us, seize the account, and sue us into bankruptcy if we didn’t recruit Brianna. She hates Cheri. Always has. And she’s blackmailing Brianna too. That’s why she showed up last night. We didn’t have a choice.”

Manny’s face darkened instantly, shifting from calm professionalism to cold fury. “****. You’re extorting women into pornography. That constitutes coercive sexual exploitation under both federal and state law. Having me engage in off-screen sexual activity as part of my contract also raises serious prostitution and racketeering concerns. You motherfuckers are going to drop everything or I will own all three motherfucking companies.”

He shoved past her and stormed toward Dylan’s office. Security moved to intercept, but Manny’s size and visible rage made them hesitate. Dylan finally waved them off and had security usher him inside.

Before entering, Manny stepped aside and made a quick phone call to his old divorce attorney, Kelly Holcomb.

“Kelly, it’s Manny Ray. I need you on standby. We have potential ****, ****, and exploitative contract issues involving my daughter. I may need you to file immediately. I’ll send details shortly.”

He hung up, squared his shoulders, and walked in.

Dylan, Ally, and Jon sat at the table. Manny remained standing, voice now ice-cold and precise.

“I came here this morning to request a simple professional boundary: no sexual scenes between Brianna and myself. That was before I learned the full extent of your misconduct. Ally, you have engaged in **** and coercive recruitment by threatening Ansley, Maddy, and my daughter with termination, account seizure, and bankruptcy unless they participated in pornographic content. That meets the legal definition of extortion and sexual **** under both federal RICO statutes and state laws. Additionally, requiring off-screen sexual performances as part of my contract raises clear prostitution and human trafficking concerns. This is a material breach of our agreement. My attorney, Kelly Holcomb, has already been notified. You can expect formal correspondence shortly. Fix this immediately, or I will pursue full damages: twenty years of my salary, my wife’s salary, my daughter’s projected earnings, plus ownership stakes in all three entities. Try me.”

The room went dead silent. Dylan’s face tightened. Ally looked momentarily rattled. Jon shifted uncomfortably.

Dylan finally spoke, voice measured. “Manny, we can work this out. Let’s talk numbers and adjustments.”

Manny shook his head. “No more talking. Fix it. Or I burn it all down.”

He turned and left without another word, the door slamming behind him.

That night, Manny and Cheri lounged in their backyard pool under the warm evening sky. The water was cool and soothing against their skin. Cheri floated beside him, her massive tits buoyant, nipples hard from the night air.

“I know today was rough,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his neck. “But you stood up for our family. That means everything to me.”

Manny pulled her close, their wet bodies sliding together. “I just… I can’t do it, Cheri. Not with Brianna. Not like that.”

They began making out slowly, passionately. Cheri’s hand slipped under the water, wrapping around his thick cock as it hardened against her thigh. “I know, baby. We will figure this out together.”

Suddenly, a voice cut through the night. “Ahem.”

Brianna stood at the edge of the pool in a simple sundress, looking nervous but determined. “Can we talk?”

She slid into the tub without waiting for an answer, sitting across from them. The water rippled around her as she spoke.

“We will never talk about what happened before,” she said firmly. “But in a world where CEOs want to replace all of us with AI, the money they are offering is too good for all of us to walk away. I am just playing a character. It will be fine. I know the boundaries. I am not going to let this destroy our family.”

Brianna stayed for a few more minutes, explaining her perspective calmly, then excused herself and left.

The pool fell quiet again. Manny looked unsettled, jaw tight. “I do not know if I can do this, Cheri.”

Cheri floated closer, pressing her body against his. “We can’t afford not to,” she whispered, her hand finding his cock again under the water. “But right now, I think I know how to convince you that we can do this.”

They moved from the hot tub to the wide patio lounger nearby, water dripping from their bodies onto the cushions. Cheri pushed Manny down onto his back, straddling him reverse cowgirl. She sank down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied moan, her plump ass settling against his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, rolling her hips slowly at first, savoring every inch stretching her soaked pussy. Her massive tits swayed heavily as she rode him, hands planted on his thighs for leverage. She gradually picked up speed, ass bouncing with wet, rhythmic claps as she took him deeper.

Manny groaned, hands gripping her wide hips. “Ride me, baby. Use that perfect pussy.”

Cheri came hard the first time, squirting down his shaft as her walls clenched around him. She did not stop, bouncing faster, tits flopping wildly. She came again, louder, juices soaking his balls and the lounger beneath them.

Manny sat up, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He thrust up into her while one hand rubbed her clit and the other squeezed her heavy tits. Cheri leaned back against his chest, moaning filthily as she came a third time, squirting powerfully across the cushions.

He gently laid her on her back on the lounger, spreading her legs wide. He fucked her deep and passionate in missionary, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Cheri wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into his back as she came again, squirting across his abs while clawing at his shoulders.

Finally, he flipped her onto all fours. He fucked her hard from behind, gripping her hips as her plump ass rippled with every thrust. Cheri pushed back, moaning like a whore as he railed her. She came violently one more time, squirting across the cushions. Manny roared and pulled out at the last second, painting her ass and lower back with thick, powerful ropes of hot cum.

They collapsed together on the lounger, sweaty and glowing. Cheri turned and kissed him softly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Manny held her close, kissing her forehead. “I love you too.”