To enter a new life

Frank's breathing stopped when the actress reappeared in the doorway. Her flawless, caramel-tanned skin still shone with a damp glow in the diffuse light of the cheap motel room. Margot had not washed off his sperm, but had distributed it extensively and proudly displayed his cum like a medal of honor.

She knew exactly what she was doing while flirting with his camera and adopting the pose that had undoubtedly initiated her way to world fame. Unquestioned, numerous men had already cum on this picture and at that moment it looked as if their collected juice sticked on their embodied jerk off template.

The starlet enjoyed the thought that she would be seen that way. That the wankers would feel confirmed in their picture of Margot, fucking their harlots to the new material and devouring themselves for her, the apparently unattainable fruit.

"Good evening sleezy bastards,

this is just for you."

Her fingertips drew damp streaks over her skin while Margot began to sensually caress her body, reached for the perfect breasts and kneaded them for everyone to see.

“I know I don't have to introduce myself, but please allow my hubris to savor this moment.

My name is Margot Robbie, you know me from films, larger-than-life commercials in your cities or posters on your walls. You know me from documentaries about my work and my ...” an inevitable, contemptuous snort escaped the beauty “... life's work. From magazines or reports, how I walk the beautiful beaches or red carpets of this world."

The following words had been in the goddess mind for ages. Imprisoned and suppressed, to finally get them, no herself, redemption, gave Margot a comforting shudder. She couldn't have resisted grabbing her crotch now, even if she wanted to, but she was far from that. The camera caught the clear smacking of her femininity as the actress, shaken by lust, buried two fingers deep in her.

“Mmmhmmmm, you know the picture I was forced to present to you. Laced and enslaved in the steel corset of outdated morals and values ​​of withering dirty goats and dried out, frigid hags.

I say enough. I say from now on without me.

Look at me and see what I really am. "

The woman, wrapped in his sperm, took a step forward and presented herself to her audience, arms and legs spread wide apart. Frank's cock was hard as a steel beam, but even if all doubt was long gone, he still reined in, feeling that this was bigger than the two of them together.

“They will call me a whore. Ha! We all sell ourselves for money!

They'll call me a bitch. How right they are.

You can call me fuck meat, because that's what I hunger to be.

This is my body, my flesh, I will let it get fucked with whatever I want and I have a lot to catch up with.

Do you really think we never knew what we were doing? When we presented ourselves on social media with rolled eyes or tongues out? Anyone who claims that she did not feel a disgusting, seductive tingling sensation because she knows exactly how it affects you, is lying.

Now for the few who are wondering if I am actually Margot R. second highest ranked slut on Dare-App. Yes and yes, you already fucked me. Delighted to be of service.

And now Frank, give me your delicious cock that I've been hungering for since you let me cum in the stairwell."

The unleashed bitch came up to him and Frank quickly put the cell phone on the bedside table, the lens roughly aimed at the bed.

She wanted to ride him, continue to set the pace, but once again the fat guy got his way and gave her exactly what she wanted.

While Margot was still walking towards him, he gripped her wet blond mane tightly and flung her slim body onto the bed.

"Not this time, slut!" still holding the actress by her hair, he pulled the bitch down on all fours.

"Before we do that, I want you to answer one more question."

Tears born of pain, relief and desire veiled her opal eyes.

"Any!"

The bed crunched in noticable protest as Frank positioned himself between her wide apart legs. The gaping, wet cunt, as well as her excited twitching, smoothly shaved asshole clearly in view.

"They say it was you who insisted on the nude scene in ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’."

A cock fell into the wonderful crack between plump cheeks. The hot dog for her bun as if they were made for each other.

"It's true." Her voice was like a throaty groan, the desire had long since pushed aside everything that might have remained of the proud celebrity.

"Tell me why." and he already knew the answer.

“Because Naomi wanted him and she knew that her body was all that she had to offer him…. Oh ... FUCK ... FINALLY YESSSSS!"

"Damn right you are!" At that moment Frank was God and like a God, he took whatever he desired.

His cock penetrated the slut in a merciless thrust and halfway there, Margot’s juices came towards him in her first orgasm.

This woman, no, this whore had driven his self-confidence to unprecedented heights and Frank was determined to let her feel every inch of it.

Already under his first onslaught her arms gave way and Margot's face pulled damp sheets into the mattress while he fucked his cunt across the bed.

“You fucking whore. Is that what you wanted?"

“No… harder…. more ... harder! Destroy me!"

Both of their howling and moaning had to be clearly audible all over the area up to the wretched reception at the main street. But that didn't stop them from falling upon each other like two unleashed beasts.

“Oh fuck me… you disgusting… wonderful… fat… old bastard! Take me old man... Fuck me daddy. Fuck your girl like she deserves!"

And he did. A decade of sexual frustration, embarrassment and suppressed anger discharged into the sluts body. Frank knew that it was not her fault, that Margot should be treated like his guardian angel, who put him under her wings, to let him finally feel passion again. But he couldn’t care less. For what felt like an eternity, they fucked into each other, throats hoarse under their constant screams, insults and moans. He creampied the slut for at least two times, but they knew it was still not enough and he knew exactly what he had to make her do, to finally blow the slut away.

"You bitch. You filthy for attention hungry piece of shit. Tell me what you want!"

Her head had long since banged against the wall with each of his thrusts and he was still pushing. Her body cornered, twisted and reared up the shabby wallpaper. How long has he been fucking her? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

While she was pressed between his sweaty body and the rough wall, his cock buried impossibly deep in her abdomen, the superstar couldn't have cared less.

“I want all of ‘em to know… cough... To see and recognize me … yes… for what we all are. Animals driven by desire. Fuck… harder!"

“Then show ‘em cunt! I had everything prepared, you can start the upload at any time."

Margot saw the cell phone, saw herself on the oversized display. Her wonderful body, that finally discovered what it was made for. When had Frank pulled her into the Full Nelson? Since when did he fuck her ass?

But the display mercilessly revealed the truth to her. She, who was once Margot Robbie, celebrated superstar and adored around the world, impaled on the cock of a fat man old enough to be her father.

The ambience of a cheap, smelly motel room. Just street whores might be desperate enough to bring their customers here.

Her open, well-fucked cunt spat out clear gushes of girl juices with each of his thrusts. Make-up and hair a wet, running disaster. The perfectly tanned skin shimmered in sweat and the drying remains of cum.

Dress? Not existent. The mangy bitch was unmasked, in every imaginable sense.

"I hope you are all watching carefully." gasped the to the final humiliated whore, while she felt how the desire in her rocked to a new ecstasy.

“No more fake apps, no more cheap fantasies. I'll give you the real thing, the dirty bitch."

‘Yes ... yes ... do it! Finally ... set us free!’

A brutal banging started on the door of their room. Police officers demanded to be immediately let in because of indecent disturbance of the public.

It didn't matter! It couldn't have bothered the two fucking maniacs less.

Her fingers, crowned with in passion broken nails, reached for the cell phone.

'Do it! Show yourself to them! Destroy the lie you are!’

The orgasm ripped her away. Margot's mind broke in a surge of bubbling redemption. Frank, who up to this point would not have thought it possible, sunk his cock deep in her bowels, cumming at the same moment as the door behind them exploded into the room.

In the moment when Margot groaned and floated her cum into his lap, her body trembling with lust and release. Her longed for moment of salvation.

When her finger touched the little green field that in bold letters said: Upload.

No secrets anymore...