Adult Stars Up Close - Episode 3

On camera three, the director calls cut. Her knees are already burning from the hardwood. She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist, a thin string of spit still connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock. He doesn’t give her time to swallow. Hands in her hair, he drags her forward until her nose presses flat against his stomach and his balls rest warm on her chin. She opens wider, takes him deeper, gags once and keeps going. He holds her there, throat spasming around him, then lets her up for air. Tears streak her mascara. She smiles anyway, hungry for more. When he lifts her onto the table, her ass leaves a wet mark on the polished wood. He spreads her open with both thumbs. Her pussy is flushed, slick, already clenching at nothing. One thrust and he’s buried to the hilt. She cries out, legs locking around his waist. The camera catches every detail: the way her breasts bounce, the tight ring of her entrance gripping him on every stroke, the wet sound of skin meeting skin. She reaches down to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. Her orgasm hits fast and mean. She arches, heels digging into his back, mouth open in a silent scream while her pussy pulses around him. He doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it until her thighs shake and another wave rolls over her. Then he pulls out, strokes himself twice, and paints her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. She drags two fingers through it and sucks them clean for the lens, eyes glassy, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she just ran a mile.