“Pick it up, stud,” the director snapped. Amateur porn He was big – about seven inches – but he didn’t force himself too deep. “Cut!” shouted the director. The director nodded. Sara hung her head. She reminded herself that she could be one of the six selected by these “producers.” They were just a different kind of guest – that was all – and she always got good performance reviews from guests. She took a moment to find her resolve, then set the one remaining wire aside and pressed her lips against Chrissy’s sex. She thought it would make her look more like a woman – not a slut, not fuck-meat – and then maybe guests would abuse her less. Even as her lungs screamed for oxygen and tears streamed freely down her cheeks, some small part of her was grateful she had been able to give him that. Lost in the hazy afterglow, she lifted her head and kissed him gently on the mouth. Eyes down, sluts!”
She handed a tablet to one of the overseers. The bound slave shrieked. Get comfortable – this is all for you. Behind her was a lean, chiseled buck, wearing only a loincloth. Even among a stable of sluts specifically bred and selected for their sex appeal, she was strikingly beautiful.
