Peyton List

Nervous, but trying not to show it, John walked right up to Peyton with his microphone. “Excuse me, Miss List. Do you have time for some questions?”

Peyton looked John up and down like he was gum stuck to her heel. “I don’t have time for-“

John held the microphone out to her and her voice trailed off. She looked dazed for a moment and then took a deep breath and composed herself.

“Yes. Yes I have a moment.”

“Great!” John began. Trying to ignore his nerves, he asked, “Are you horny right now?”

“No! Why would you even ask th-“

John realized he’d kept the microphone near his mouth and quickly redirected it.

“Yes.” Peyton blurted out. “My god yes. I haven’t had a good fuck sesh in a month!”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.” John said. “May I assist you in taking care of that need?” He did not forget to redirect the microphone this time.

“Oh could you?” She looked him up and down again. Only this time, she licked her lips like he was a delicious meal. Then she bit her lip and John could feel his dick already stiffening.

“Yes of course. Do you know where we can go?”

“Absolutely.” Peyton said, wrapping her arm in his. “I’m shooting right around the corner. We can use my trailer.”

“Lead the way!”

Blushing and smiling, Peyton escorted John to her trailer.