Fortune teller

Caroline Cage cranked out a ton of porn and everyone in the biz knew her face—hell, her body. But not many people clocked the part about her being obsessed with tarot cards. Right before we shot, Sandy got herself a reading. I wanted one too, maybe something filthy to set the mood. Instead she gave me a private show, teasing her clothes off while the lens stayed locked on her pussy. She rubbed herself open, fingers slick and busy, hips rolling, still trying to work out that piss shot she promised. Nothing came out that day. We just laughed and made the call—next time she'd tank up on drinks first, give us the fuel to pull it off.