I, Porn Star(80)
Her lips purse and she looks away for a second. “Are you okay?”
The unexpected questions jars. “Am I okay?”
She nods. “You sound a little…off.”
I laugh. “A curious conclusion.”
“Scoff all you want. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just…I don’t want to spend the evening wondering if you’re all right. That’s all.”
“I’m…” I stop when I realize I’m not in the mood to lie. Nor am I willing to have my thoughts recorded on camera. This part will need to be edited out, anyway. “Your concern is noted.”
Another trace of hurt passes over her face. I ignore it and focus on the space between us. She’s too far away.
“Come to me, Lucky. Don’t be afraid, I’ll guide you.”
She takes a breath, then reaches forward. When her palms connect with the surface of the table, she tentatively crawls forward. The chains sway against her body, offering me a view of her beautiful, pink-tipped tits.
Behind the fly of my black pants, my cock engorges and throbs painfully. I squeeze the base to alleviate some of the pressure, and will her closer.
“The second dish is in front of you. Stop…now.”
She pauses and gingerly reaches forward. Her fingers brush the silver dome and she lifts the lid and sets it behind her. Searching, she finds her gift and picks it up. Her head cocks to one side as she investigates. Then her breath hitches.
“Do you know what you’re holding, firecracker?” I murmur.#p#分页标题#e#
“Yes, I think so.”
“Turn it on.”
She adjusts her hold and twists the gadget to its first setting. A low hum joins the music.
“Open your legs. Put it in.”
Her lips part on a single pant. Slowly, her knees slide apart on the table. Watching Lucky slide the silver vibrator between her legs, her hips jerking and a full-body shiver gripping her as electricity hits her sensitive folds, is beyond sexy. The cameras are picking up her every move, and I know this is a shot I’ll be replaying for a long time.
“Close your legs. Move a little to your right, and come forward. Don’t let it fall out.”
Another shiver as she traps the vibrator between her pussy lips. Lifting and setting the dinner plate behind her, she crawls forward once more. Her movements are inhibited by the gadget between her legs, and her breath catches whenever the vibrations hit her right.
She’s two thirds of the way to me. I want to surge to my feet, move the last dish out of the way and penetrate her hard, the way I did the second time yesterday. I can’t afford to get carried away. As much as I love fucking her, this production is for a specific purpose. The enjoyment of it, though surprisingly mind-altering, can’t outweigh the end goal.
Her crawl has brought her close enough for me to hear her agitated breathing over the music. Her nipples are hard points and her arms tremble as she stretches forward. The last dish is set in front of me. With admirable accuracy, she finds and lifts the dome.
Her fingers search over the gadget and hot color flares into her cheeks.
“Would you like me to help you with it?”
She swallows hard and shakes her head.
“Make it wet,” I instruct, curbing my disappointment and contenting myself with watching her lick the black butt plug from tip to base.
I shift in my seat and lower my zipper to ease the tight pressure. My cock springs out. I grip it hard, pump it a couple of time, and bite back a groan. I lean forward and move the dishes out of the way, then subside back into my chair. “Turn around. I want to see you put it in.”
Her nostrils quiver in reaction to my command, but she shifts around on her knees until she’s facing away from me. Her hair is hanging in a wavy curtain down her back, the soft lines of her figure flaring to curvy hips, making me itch to get my hands on her once more. My breath locks in my throat as she leans forward on one hand. She widens her stance and I see her perfect little cunt framed around the vibrator.
She starts to edge the butt plug towards her puckered entrance. I surge to my feet and seize her wrist. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll take care of this part.”
Her breath falls out. She releases the plug and braces both hands on the table.
I set the plug down, unable to resist touching her beautiful skin. My finger traces the delicate line of her spine from nape to tail bone, my blood thrumming at her minute shivers. I palm her ass and squeeze the firm globes, knead her until she moans. I want to reach for her tits, but I’m already leaking, and I’m yet to go anywhere near her back passage. I hook my hand on the underside of her ass and caress her clit with my thumb. Another loud moan rips from her throat.