The replacement, a large and muscular black man, lay down on the bed next to Gloria as he traced his hand down her back. "I want her on top" He said as he looked up at the camera. "Sure thing, your money your choice." The director answered. "You heard him, get on top."
Finally moving Glory Gal crawled on top of the man, her chest pressing against his face for a second as she mounted his stiff cock, feeling it nuzzling into her. Rocking backwards she let herself be slowly filled by it, slipping inch by inch deeper inside until she was leaning back on top of the grinning pervert.
Grinding herself in the man's lap she began to fuck herself against his cock, feeling it moving inside her as she tilted her head back and moaned softly, remembering her earlier order to make it believable. Her juices were already beginning to dribble out over the man's thighs as he reached up and tugged on the front of her costume, pulling it down as her heavy breasts popped clear. Grabbing them the man pulled Gloria down on top of him, stuffing one then the other between his lips as he noisily sucked on her nipples, his tongue teasing around them as they stiffened in his mouth.
Smiling up at her as he held the nipple between his teeth the man seemed to savour the heroine's stifled moans for a moment before biting down viciously on the sensitive nub, grinding it between his teeth as Glory Gal cried out. She hoped it sounded authentic, since every sound was faked, her invulnerability making even the most determined action these men could try feel nothing more than a tickle. Even so it seemed to do the trick and Gloria felt the black cock begin to throb as its load got ready to shoot out. |