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Gia Derza stood in her bedroom, twisting her phone for a better angle. The camera caught the lace bra barely holding her tits. She hit record. Knock-knock. The door cracked open and Joanna Angel stepped inside, all tight top and perfume. "Look at you," Joanna said, eyes sparkling. "Aspiring porn princess. I’m so goddamn proud." She sat on the bed, legs crossed, launching straight into war stories from the old scene—gangbangs, anal first takes, the time a studio let her direct while she still had cum dripping down her thigh. Gia laughed. The tales were ancient, but warm. Conversation turned fast. Gia mentioned the accident on set last week: her pussy just let loose, one long gush soaking the sheets and the poor guy beneath her. Joanna’s mouth dropped open. "You squirted? That’s fucking gold, baby." She slid closer. "It doesn’t matter that you can’t control it. We can train that little valve right out of you." Gia’s pulse hit her throat. Joanna’s hand rested on her knee, thumb stroking the inside, already taking charge. "Lesson starts now," she said. No lecture. No room to argue.