Your cheeks color red as you hear one of the producers saying something each other. When you hear the words 'slut' and 'orgasm' it just seems to add to the fire.
You feel as if you've barely cooled down from the orgasm and sinuously twist your body as you roll the panties down your legs. Removing the panties leaves you close to the floor and you drop to all fours, giving your ass an exagerated sway as you crawl under the table toward the director.
"Uh, Ashley," Andrew stammers, "You...."
"Shhh..." you say, planting your hands on his knees. "Use the character's name."
"Okay, uh, Barbie..."
"Ooh, Barbie? Really? I'm such a doll, aren't I?" you purr, pushing his knees wide apart. Yup, definitely a big bulge. This guy's got nothing to be ashamed of there, you think, nuzzling your face up one thigh.
Andrew lets out a gasp as you reach his crotch, inhaling the fish-like odor of his crotch as you rub your nose up the long bulge. You tilt your head back, letting your lips come into contact with the rough fabric of his pant-covered penis, leaving a slight smear of lipstick atop his fly.
"Does my character give lapdances?" you ask, scarcely believing your own behavior as you look up at him with your best bedroom eyes. "Or blowjobs?" |