Something Less ...

"Okay, cucky, you know what to do, right?" Meadow asked, her pussy perched over her bull's cock. Douglas wasn't sure what his name even was. Just that he was 18 and fucked like a truck.

"For this shot, you want me to dip the camera down to show I'm stroking my dick --"

"Your dinky," Meadow reminded him.

"My dinky. Then zoom in to the fucking."

"Good boy. That's right. Okay ... action."

Douglas hit record, dipping the camera down as he stroked his small cock, then lifting back in and zooming in to show the bull's cock sink into Meadow's pussy. He captured the up close action, capturing the queen of spades tattoo that Meadow adorned.

"Okay, cut," Meadow said. "Come over here cucky. Next shot, I want you to film yourself jerking your lil dinky against my foot. Then hand me the camera and I'll film you eating your own load off my foot."

Douglas walked over to her, clad in only his ski mask. The bull looked bored; Meadow did a few too many cuts for his liking, but she was the queen of spades. Meadow sank her wet cunt back down around his cock, and Douglas picked back up the filming again, jerking off rapidly onto her foot. Then he handed the camera, getting onto his knees and cleaning up his own spunk.

"Little bitch boy," Meadow taunted. "Fucking cuck. You'll never get in this pussy. Black only, you know that. But you're still here, aren't you."

"Yes," Douglas whined.

"Good. Back to filming."

Douglas filmed them for another hour, in multiple positions. And then finally the scene concluded, and where Douglas and Meadow had entered, Douglas and Chelsie exited, discussing plans for how to edit the shoot.