Totally Busted - Episode 10

They caught them fresh this time. The crew at Totally Busted lined up another batch—new faces, still jittery, no idea what was coming. Cameras rolled the second the first girl stepped out of her robe. Her nipples tightened from the sudden chill and the stares. The guy across from her already had his cock half-hard just watching her kneel. Someone barked instructions. She opened her mouth, took him in, working him slow, steady, until spit trailed down her chin and her throat tightened around the head. Another pair started behind them. Skin slapped skin in short, hard bursts. The sound bounced off the walls while a producer whispered angles to the cameraman, zooming on the spot where the guy’s cock disappeared into her again and again. One girl was bent over the table, legs spread, the guy behind her gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She moaned each time he bottomed out, voice cracking as the rhythm picked up. They swapped partners without a word. Bodies shifted, repositioned, fluids mixing. Someone laughed low when one girl gagged and kept going anyway. The crew stayed close, adjusting lights, catching every wet sound, every thrust, every trembling thigh. No one left the room untouched.