Bare Stage - Part 4

Lesley Zen leaned into her role as the director making a call. She was dressed in a nothing-at-all outfit, thin straps doing more showing than hiding, an open work blouse, and a short skirt she had obviously been tugging lower during pauses. Dan T. Mann stood in front of the lens waiting for his bit. He showed up built like he’d worked out for exactly this kind of scene, hard and ready. She rode him backwards on the chair, skirt hiked up over her hips, breasts pressing tight against the strain of that blouse each time he slid all the way in. The camera moved to Liz Tyler, sprawled on the couch in cat-eye glasses, knees spread, fingering herself fast and loud while she watched her costars fuck harder. Her voice cracked out sharp: 'Harder!' Dan drove into the director’s pussy deeper, harder. He pulled Liz’s thighs back until her hole lined up and thrust his wet cock straight into her, no break, just the wet slap of skin, then back to the director who took him without a flinch. Cum let loose across sweaty skin – tits, belly, and hungry mouths open – and the panting bodies started slow-grinding toward one more ending.