You're horny for Mr. Crassle

Crassle's lips are nearly touching your ear as his hand explores the luscious mound of your ass. He describes in lurid detail the things awaiting you in the day's photo shoot.

"Tony and Rick both would like a turn with your sweet little pussy, baby. Would you like that? Get their dicks out and get them nice and hard with that mouth of yours? I bet that turns you on."

The old pervert is right. Everything he's saying is turning you on. You can feel your nipples rubbing against the lace inside your bra and the juices beginning to flow out of your panties. Your turn and face him, cutting your eyes to the brightly lit set where the two cameramen are talking.

It's dark where you and Crassle are standing and you press your body against his, kissing his lips and gasping with desire as his hand pulls you to him.

"I want you," you manage, between feverish kisses, your hand sliding down to his waist and finding the bulge in the front of his slacks. He leans back when he feels your fingers on his prick and looks down at your hand.

"Take it out," he instructs.

You unzip his slacks and his cock springs free, as hard and thick as you remember from your fun in his car. You steal a glance over to see what is going on in and both Tony and Rick are still talking, oblivious to what is going on in the darkness.

Your gaze is dragged back to the hard cock between you and Mr. Crassle. Your fingers tease the top of his shaft and up to his glans.

"Now what are you going to do with that, my dear?" Mr. Crassle asks.