Turning around before even waiting for his response, she walked back towards the living room. Putting a strut on her walk and a seductive shake to her hips, she could feel James' eyesāand the camerasāon her ass as she walked and had to resist the urge to smirk.
As she reached the living room she resumed her exercising routine, making sure to keep herself in perfect view of the cameras. It wasn't a real exercising: basically just a warming up routine, couple with some exaggerated stretches meant to be sexy.
She could feel the cameras zooming in as she stretched like a cat, pushing out her breasts; spreading her legs as far as she could while still standing, reaching down to touch the floor in a way her ass perked up for the camera; sitting down and doing a perfect split, reaching to touch her toes as she stayed in position...
James stopped by the door, leaning on the doorframe and crossing his arms, looking on as McKayla continued to exercise. Occasionally the camera would standing over him, like a POV shot, caught McKayla looking up to him with a lusty look on her face, all but doing a 'come hither' motion to show her interest.
"Hhhhmmm... This feels so good..." McKayla said, exaggerating her moan a bit as she stood and stretched once more.
"You are very... flexible." James said, trying to sound a bit nervous as he fidgeted in place. "Gonna try for the cheerleading squad?"
"Maybe, but I'm already at the gymnastics team." McKayla said, lifting her leg till it was parallel to her body to show her flexibility. She smirked a bit, doing her best not to blush or snicker at the sound of a 'damn' from someone behind the cameras. As she began repeating the action with the other leg, she made a small moan and spoke again. "This leg feels a bit cramped... Could you help me here a moment?"
James, acting a bit hesitant, eventually complied and went over. At McKayla's instructions, he helped lift her right leg until it was as parallel to her body as the left one had been; at her request, he held it in place by keeping his hand on her calf.
As the seconds passed and he slowly began pulling her leg back down, McKayla made her leg go rigid and whimpered a bit.
"You alright?" James asked, feigning worry, as his hand stopped lowering her leg.
"Just a bit cramped... Can you massage it a bit?"
"How... Like this?"
James began slowly, almost sensually, massaging her calf. As he did so, McKayla's moans became more and more real; his hands were doing a divine work on her body, both the one on her calf and his other at her left hip, holding her a bit tightly to his body under the guise of keeping her from falling.
"Is it good, MK?" He spoke, now pretty much whispering on her ear.
"MK?"
She thought briefly, liking the little nickname. "It's good... but the cramp is moving now... Ooohh... can you chase it...?"
"We shouldn't be doing this..." James told her, though his voice betraying his guilt as his hand moved higherālower?āon her still lifted leg and moved over to her thighs. As she began lowering her leg, his hands wandered over hers thigh, groping, kneading and massaging the flesh. "Your sister is right upstairs..."
"Are you really declining... this?" As she asked it, she moved her hands up to lift her sports bra over her breasts, revealing them. One hand staying to grope them, her other arm reached behind her to pull James closer, moving her body to let him look down on to her naked tits.
If she had been nervous before, any and all nervousness was forgotten amidst the haze of lust shrouding her mind.
And, as James said 'fuck it' and leaned down and placed his mouth over one of her breasts, any other thoughts in her head were lost alongside her moans.
James let go of her leg, turning her around roughly so they were face to face. His hand coming up to grab her breasts, making her whimper and moan at his roughness, he leaned down and caught her mouth in his in a hard, harsh kiss.
If she was to be truthful, McKayla had always been a fan of rough porn. Not BDSM or hardcore, but she liked watching the girl being slutty and the male being dominating; it was one of the reasons she liked James, he was not only handsome but dominating when he wanted. She feared she would not be ready for this but, as he began doing to her like she had seen him do so many times before with the likes of Riley Reid or Jessie Andrews, she felt it just natural.
As their kiss grew to a bruising intensity before it broke, James began whispering to her sweet dirty talk but she could barely listen. Smirking, doing her best to keep up a smug expression on her face, she asked him. "You really thought you could resist this?"
"Shut up." James answered, and in a swift movement he bent down and grabbed her by the thighs, picking her up. Understanding his movement, McKayla jumped as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his body; he continued and lifted her a bit more, bringing her tits as close to his face as he began slobbering and slurping on them.
"Oooohhh...!" McKayla moaned, not even trying to hold her moans out at first before remembering. "Calm down... Sis will hear us..." Despite her warning, McKayla continued moaning, scrunching her face in an almost whimper as her hands around his shoulders moved to pull his head further in her bosom.
"You didn't seem very worried a little ago..." James answered in between sucking her breasts, indulging her actions rather than her words by removing her top completely and throwing it away, then resuming licking and suckling on her breasts like a baby.
It took the director subtly coughing and calling them to break the duo off their current breast-induced frenzy. Letting go of them, James raised one of his hands to McKayla's hair and yanked at it, earning a whimper from her that was immediately silenced by his mouth on hers once more.
There was no love in their kiss, only lust; it was hard, bruising, their tongues immediately lashing out in an attempt to plunder each other's mouth.
After making out for a while, McKayla's hands tightening around his head as he won their tongue fight and dominated her mouth, they proceeded to the next step. With a small movement on her thigh to signal for her to unlatch her legs, James put her down on her feet. While her initial instinct was to go down on her knees, James didn't let her; he instead turned her around, pulled her with her back to his chestāwhich was now naked, as he removed his shirt and went toplessāand reached down.
In a quick and rough movement, James Deen ripped open her yoga pants. McKayla could only gasp in a mix of excitement and horror as her pussy was exposed to all, almost feeling the cameras zooming in on her naked peach.
She couldn't dwell on it, however, as James' hands went up to her breasts to give them a couple squeezes and slaps before going separate ways on her; one came up and grabbed her by the neck, beginning to choke her lightly, while the other hand moved to the hole in her pants and, without much care, a finger found its way past her lower lips.
"Oooohhhh...!!" McKayla moaned out, grunting as he squeezed her neck tighter as she moanedāas if trying to hold her moans from coming out. Meanwhile he had his face against her hair, his mouth at her ear as he whispered to her loud enough for the cameras to pick up.
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? You fucking tease, you fucking slut!" With each word spoken James thrust his finger harder, reaching deep into her. He could feel the wetness almost overflowing out of her pussy, no doubt showing she was okay with his rough manhandling. "Now take it them, fucking cum with my finger in your tight little pussy!"
It wouldn't be so easy. Despite the gap in experience between them, James was just underestimating how slutty McKayla could be; it eventually took the rough fingering from three fingers, a slightly tighter chokehold, and the combination of dirty talking and ear nibbling for McKayla to reach her first on-screen orgasm.
"AAAAHHH!!" Squirming on his hold, her body almost looking like it was having a convulsion, McKayla's pussy juices began dripping down her still covered legs and soaked his hand.
It was an indescribable feeling for the young ex-gymnast. Being fucked and dominated by her favorite pornstar, James Deen, while on camera, knowing that soon enough millions others would be seeing it... And she might become famous for it? Fuck yes, she was orgasming hard.
"Now taste yourself!"
Before she could recover or do anything really, James turned her around and forced his handāthe one that had been rubbing her pussy, and which was still covered in a healthy dose of her juicesāinto her mouth. She moaned around it, but had no option but to take it; her tongue, sure enough, began doing its work cleaning his hand, slurping her own juices.
Subconsciously, she began making faces as she lewdly slurped and sucked his hand clean, all the while still being choked and keeping eye contact with James. He smirked at her, enjoying how slutty the young woman was proving to be.
Finally he removed his hand, making a show of licking it afterwards and then smearing their collective salivaāand whatever remnant there still was of her cumāon her face. McKayla could only gasp in surprise, feeling the stick substance all over her as he roughly smeared it all over it. Once it was over, he took a good look at her before his smirk turned into a sneer of mock-disgust; holding her face in his hand, he gave her a small slap, not a violent one meant to hurt but just a love tap, enough to make a good sound and maybe leave a small red spot.
McKayla gasped in surprise, but loved it.
"Get on the floor bitch."
With another slap for good measure, he let go of her and saw as she immediately fell to her knees, grasping at his pants in an attempt to remove them. He faintly noticed she wasn't trying to be sexy while doing so, nor was she trying to make the act of taking his cock out of his pants erotic like most professionals did; she was just eager, hungry for cock, and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.
