Stardom of a Different Type

"Okay, Tyrone is on set!" the director said, as Jamaal settled onto the bed. His stage name was Tyrone, which he detested, but his fans seemed to love it. He was naked, his powerful body gleaming as he pretended to snore in the bed. His paramour for the today, a woman his age pretending to be his stepmother, came into the room, looking at his big Black cock, making the required astonished face for the camera. He could feel her creeping closer. Her stage name was Willow, although who knew what she really went by.

It was fake shit, but it was still pussy. He could feel Willow picking up his long, fat cock, her soft hand stroking it. He was already mostly hard, primed by the fluffer, and before long he was enjoying a skilled blowjob by a feisty redhead ... until ...

"Cut!" the director cried. "Okay, let's start with doggie, Willow." Jamaal sighed. Fake, fun, but no authenticity. Was it really worth giving up Elizabeth for this?