"Damn it girl, you've become such a well trained little whore so quickly. Are you sure you haven't been getting practice before now?" As the director moved closer, shifting his grip on the camera to capture every moment as Glory Gal ran her hands over her face to wipe away the filth, the other men laughed at his suggestion of her past exploits. Looking up with hatred in her eyes Glory Gal fixed her sights on the director as he stood over her, his gut spilling over his belt. Dropping the remote he fumbled with his freed hand to unfasten it but soon he gave up with a sigh, lacking the dexterity needed to unthread the leather strap. "Make yourself useful Superslut, unbuckle me."
Reaching out with her hands, shaking slightly from the exertion and the shame of what she'd already been forced to do for this odious little man, Gloria deftly unfastened the belt before unbuttoning the cameraman's pants and pulling the zipper down as far as it would go. Pausing she looked up passed the man's potbelly waiting to be told what to do next. With the camera held out to one side the director reached inside his underwear, slipping it away as he pulled his cock out and waved it in the heroine's face. The tip was already coated with a slick film of semen and it was obvious he'd already filled his boxers several times while watching Glory Gal perform. Good, she thought, If he cums that easily this will be over quick. |