Looking back into the camera she began to gently run her fingers around the sensitive folds, slowly teasing them into arousal as the director slowly stroked his prick and leaned the camera closer. Glory Gal could feel the liquid swelling inside her and as she pressed her fingers harder against her sex a trickle burst out of her, the warmth running down her hand and over her wrist as she let out a small moan of pleasure. "Good, good, don't stop until you're screaming for more..." The director said, his voice heavy and almost panting from his own pleasure. A long stream of precum dripped from the tip of his cock, falling onto the sheets as he watched the superheroine debasing herself for his own pleasure.
Trying to ignore the foul man's leering tone Gloria twisted her fingers, slipping them into her sacred channel as she began to slowly work them between her damp and sticky lips. Already she could feel the pleasure beginning to rise, far faster than it usually did when she pleasured herself. For a moment she found herself wondering if it was the experiences she'd been through in the last hour or the whirring of the camera which was helping to drive her pleasure. Was she really becoming the debased whore all these men seemed to believe she was already? Was she only fooling herself, unwilling to accept the truth that she already was that whore? Whatever the truth really was Glory Gal soon found her hips pushing back against her fingers as she ground them into herself as she had so often in the past.
Panting heavily, her hand almost entirely stuffed into her battered cunt, Glory Gal let her mouth fall open as her hips ground against her fingers. She could feel her knuckles rubbing against her clit as she twisted her hand inside her hole, trying not to think of the pervert standing over her recording every pulse of her hips. |