"Stand up," he whispers,

"Stand up," he whispers in your ear, and you shake your head, eyes fastened on the cheap whore on-screen receiving fifty bucks from a derisive one-night stand who's mistaken her for a hooker.

'But... why are you giving me money?' the confused actress asks, panting but not satiated.

In the shadows the man's hands work at his crotch, wiping his dick on her clothes before tucking himself from view.

'You earned it,' the man says.

'What...?' a look of outrage crossed her pretty, but heavily made-up features. 'A hooker? You think I'm a hooker?'

'Why wouldn't I?' the man asks before leaving.

"Stand up," Jacob repeats, distracting you from the actress's reaction.

You shake your head, not wanting to miss the scene or to relinquish that delicious dick.

"Fine," Jacob says, sounding a little miffed, and a moment later you seem to be sailing upwards, held aloft by his hugely muscled arms.

Forgetting about the sausage in your mouth you try to protest, your words coming out garbled.

"Don't worry, I'll replace it," he says, and puts something long, thick and hot in your hand. Thinking it's his dick without the condom you enthusiastically push it against your slit, finding that it goes in surprisingly easy.

Even more surprising is how easy it is to maneuver him - until you realize it's not him at all but another sausage.

"Mmf!" you protest crossly, the tube of meat packed to the hilt inside of you.

"Push it in as far as it'll go," he orders, and in spite of being put out at not having his dick in you your fingers prod the make-shift dildo deeper up your cunt, pushing harder on it as it reaches farther in. With Jacob having paved the way there seems to be an enormous amount of room for the relatively small piece of meet, and you manage to get it so that there's several inches between its end and your lips.

"Now..." he says, when you're done and your fingers have begun to rub around the inside of your pussy.