Nobody Watches Porn For The Story

Liv sat on set running lines when her partner showed up already bitching about the lines. Jesse gave in and read with her. Then Chocolate God walked in, balls out, fist tight on his cock. “Let’s fuck,” he barked. Liv said the fans cared about the story first. “Nobody cares,” Chocolate told her. “They skip right to the dick.” Jesse shrugged, “Fuck the script.” She dropped to her knees, mouth full of Chocolate, eyes on Liv as if daring her to stay on book. Jesse crawled up, sank down on him, rode hard until she came shaking. Liv spat a curse and shoved in next. Chocolate bent both of them, pounding, fingers digging into flesh. He flipped them, switching holes, one brutal thrust after another, until each girl screamed through another orgasm. He laid them flat, kept swapping, then painted both faces with thick ropes—smirking while the script stayed on the floor.