I'm completely nude, kneeling on a sofa. Behind me, Johnny Rocket is doing his thing, giving me the whole ten inches on every stroke. His cock is thick, too, so I can feel my innies go outies as he fucks me. He is relentless - this has been going on for some time and he's got me way up the curve. I'm slow, I know, but when I go, it'll be intense. Very, very intense.
They're filming and I can see myself in the monitor. The lighting is a mix of daylight and the film lights. Our guys are really good - I can see my stage makeup shining, though you won't be able to - the camera guys are good, too. My hair is brown and long, hanging down, swaying with Johnny's rhythm. The look on my face isn't feigned - I love this and it shows. Try being fucked by a professional, some time. Johnny is the best.
He is also gorgeous, all muscles and ripples. I lean back and smile at him and mouth, "Thank you, baby, thank you very much." He smiles back and blows me a kiss. God bless him, he doesn't miss a stroke. He's really gay, so this is more of an acting job for him. I know what to say to him before we start, though, and I know how important it is that he sees a certain someone in the crew while we work. I pay the guy extra to be sure his shirt is unbuttoned and that he has money for the right cut-offs that Johnny likes. I promised Johnny that I'd give him something that gay guys like from women, too, after the scene ends.
My nipples are fully erect and since they're so plump, they show on the monitor, too. I've had fan mail that guys said they've got off just watching my tits swaying, back and forth, back and forth. I check and the guys have the angle just right, so it shows. That's important in a doggy-style scene. My boobs feel good, moving like that, too.
