"That's it, baby. Tell me how you want it."
Rose shook her head, barely able to utter more than the occasional swear while he took her ass. She had been sodomized before, her ex-fiancé having quite enjoyed the act, but never by anyone so big, the nearly eleven inch penis thrusting in and out of her body with such force that her tits flopped in her bra and her milky ass jiggled like fresh Jell-O.
"Fuck me," Rose cried, her voice raspy. "Oh god, fuck me!"
She wasn't sure if she really meant it, feeling as if she might split in half at any moment, but it was what the director wanted. And what the director wanted, the director got.
Staring into the mirror, the edge of the sink digging into her belly, Rose reached underneath herself and slipped a hand into her damp panties. She found her wet center, a tingle running through her lithe body, and immediately began to pleasure herself, the sensations heightened by the massive cock doing its utmost to destroy her puckered asshole.
Spurred by her actions, the fake bouncer threw a leg on the sink beside her and really started giving it to her, grunting into the back of her head while he drove his girth deep into her rectum with every push. Rose's eyes went wide at that, and she couldn't help spitting all over the mirror while she was hammered from behind like the filthiest of whores.
"Oh, oh my god, yes! Oh my fucking god, yes!"
Rose squeezed her eyes shut, curling her toes in her pumps while she gushed with enough power to soak her panties and leave the insides of her thighs wet with her passion. She came even harder than she had in the backseat of the Lincoln, a small chain of nasty orgasms shaking her from top to bottom.
Her end marked his, too, the sight of Rose Byrne coming too much for any man, even an experienced pornstar, to endure. He gave the gorgeous brunette one more hard pump, cried out, and went as still as a statue while he emptied his balls and stretched his custom-made condom to the breaking point.
Rose collapsed on the counter, ignoring the puddle of drool beneath her cheek and gasping when he yanked his limp hose from her ass. She watched in the mirror while he removed his condom, licking her lips when he dumped the gooey contents all over her perfect bum.
"Cut," the director called out. "All right, everyone, that's a day for Ms. Byrne."
Rose waited until her assistant wiped the semen from her body before pushing off the counter and waving to the crew as they applauded her. She took her robe, leaving it open while she pulled her hair back, then quickly walked off the set.
A car was waiting to take her back to her hotel, and as she stepped out into the morning light she glimpsed January Jones across the street, the stunning blonde signing autographs while she waited to shoot her first scene. Rose waved and received one in return.
"Good luck," the brunette chuckled, leaning back in her seat before slipping on her sunglasses. "You're gonna need it."
