Chapter 9

The party had gone on all night and because the rest of the film crew wouldn't be arriving until later in the afternoon, it was still going full blast, though most of them had moved indoors and out of the scalding New Mexico sunshine.

Star Eagle looked out the window of her room and down onto the few people who had remained around the pool. The clear, sparkling water looked divine to the young Indian extra, cool and sparkling, a relief to her confused thoughts. She had been so sure last night before Logan had come into her room and fucked her, that the life in the movie business was not for her. This life would be her ruin. Then-presto-Logan had fucked her and in he light of her mind-blowing cum, she had changed her mind; now she was undecided with nothing but the memory of her wonderful cums to convince her that show business was for her. She needed space and time to think, to figure things out without any interference! The first place to start would be with a swim; it might clear her head of the mass of thoughts crowding it so closely.

Bill Stone had stationed himself in a strategic position by the door to the patio to keep a lusting eye out for the young movie extra. He knew that Logan Pierce had been in there fucking her silly all night and maybe that had loosened her up a bit. He hoped so, because he had some apologizing to do; he didn't have to-but this girl had frustrated the hell out of him and with all the liquor and pot in his system he had just gone wild. He had acted like more of a prick that usual. He knew he was a bad-tempered ass, but he wanted her to know that he wasn't that bad. He saw her head disappear back in the window and a few minutes later he heard the door close upstairs. She wore a bathing suit of thin cotton the color of the desert that clung to her voluptuous body like a secret skin and brought a silent whistle to his lips. He didn't know why she wore it when everyone else was stark-naked and she had been that way herself earlier. He would never understand women.

"You shouldn't be allowed to wear that in public," he said as she came out the door. "It could drive a few men I know wild."

"I thought that I might as well since everyone has seen me naked already," Star responded with an unfamiliar boldness surprising even herself. She should have been frightened of Bill Stone; after all, only last night he had fucked her in the ass, and aside from that, he had been an orgre ever since he'd laid eyes on her. But this moment 'here was something different about him; she thought there was a softness in him she hadn't seen before.

"I want to say this now, quickly 'cause I don't like to say this sort of thing. I'm sorry I fucked you like I did; I've had a lot of worries and you just happened to be there to take them out on."

"I think" she said slowly "that we should start all over again."

"Sounds great. Let's go inside and get to know each other better."

Star thought the deliberately lewd expression on his face delightfully funny. She was laughing up at him as he walked her inside with one arm flung carelessly around a large expanse of her nakedly bared flesh. The hell with swimming; that could wait!

Coming in to the house out of the brilliant sun, Star distinguished little more than a blur of shifting figures. And then she was breathlessly, vibrantly, aware of Bill Stone's latent power. He squeezed her tight against him in a friendly bear hug. Every bone and muscle of his heavy, muscular body felt hard and hot against her soft nakedness.

"Come along, girl, let's get you a drink," he said heartily. "You're way behind the rest of us this morning."

Although Bill wasn't too sure about that. The dark glitter of those beautiful eyes of her had seemed to be more than a reflection of the bright sun; her olive skin was so warm to his touch-and her rapid breathing-God, what tits! "You're gonna drive me insane again before this day is over," he told her, looking down at her hugely billowing tits, feasting his eyes on the rise and fall of her warmly glowing flesh. The tips of her titties' perfectly sculpted roundness, barely covered by the bikini, jutted out tightly against the fabric. He couldn't exactly see her nipples but they were clearly defined, intriguing shadows which fell into place to paint an erotic picture in his mind. Hell, she was more exciting in the bathing suit than she was all naked. He could feel her tits, soft as marshmallows, except for the tips which were hard and distended, trembling in the palms of his hands.

As he steered her toward the bar the young Indian extra felt a sudden tightening of Bill Stone's fingers on her hip. His touch sent a rush of sensual pleasure sweeping through her cunt, an excitement so unexpected, so intense, her legs went weak. They had reached the bar at the same time and she was grateful for its support. For a moment her brain muddled. She didn't understand her feelings; she didn't want to fuck with Bill Stone, she only wanted to start up a friendship, but it seemed as though her pussy had a mind of its own.

Had his hand stayed a split-second too long on her bare flesh? Had Bill Stone's fingers been intimate-knowing?

"What'll it be, Star? Tequila? Or anything else your little heart desires. Rafe's got all the comforts of home around here. You name it-" he paused, smiling at her warmly, his face alight with gentle eagerness to please.

"Thanks, no. I don't think I really should."

Star felt the strength return to her limbs as quickly as it had drained. It must have been her imagination, she thought, but even so-what kind of idiot did that make her? Going all weak and trembly at any man's touch just because she had been fucked to a wildly screaming cum a few times. She shivered; there was no denying the pussy juices starting to flow between her legs.

"You can't refuse this, try it, to cement a friendship," Bill was coaxing her "It's the specialty of the house, guaranteed."

He neglected to say what the potent concoction of tequila and lime juice would do to her low liquor resistance. But Star found out before too long. By the time he had made her the third drink she was feeling marvelous again and was starting to consider Bill as one of the most charming, entertaining, and witty men she had ever met. She didn't know how she had ever made such a bad error in judgement as to think him a bum.

"Where's Logan?"

"Who?"

Then Star realized she was perched on a bar stool, her mouth hanging open in stupefied surprise. The sound of Bill Stone's infectious laughter mingled with an admonition not to go away-he'd be back shortly-was ringing in her ears as she watched him disappear across the room. She managed to close her mouth. Logan? Now that's a good question, she thought hazily. Well, she didn't really have any kind of a claim on him anyway nor did he have one on her. Besides, she was having a perfectly wonderful time without him. And Bill Stone would fuck her again, nicely this time, if she let him, and wanted him to.

"My God ... I am as bad as the rest of them."

"Surely not with a face like that."

Unaware that she'd spoken aloud, the answer to her question, coming almost directly in her ear, startled her. She swiveled around to find a vaguely familiar face staring down at her. Why, he is a handsome man, she thought, and then remembered that the tall, dark-headed man had been introduced to her earlier as the millionaire, Rafe Masters.

"My face," Star said. Looking up, her eyes blurred, and as she shook her head to clear her vision she saw they were alone at the bar. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade her whole body as she turned and looked around the room. The curtains were pulled, making it difficult to see, but the party seemed to have congregated at one end of the room.

"Some of my home movies," Rafe said, as if in answer to the question forming slowly in her mind. "I promised everyone something new. Let's join the crowd, and you can find out for yourself."

She groaned inwardly; it sounded pretty dull to her. Star was feeling so good now, filled with a glowing exhilaration that washed all her confusing thoughts from her mind and making it increasingly hard to even sit still. She didn't want to see any kind of films right now. And besides, she wanted another drink. She held up her glass and saw it was over half-full. Well, anyway-as soon as she finished this one!

Rafe Masters was standing close behind her, his hand moving up and down her arm from shoulder to elbow, slowly stroking the smooth, olive flesh. She didn't really want him to touch her, didn't even like him too much. The way he looked at her, with hard, bold eyes, made her feel totally naked, but pushing his hand away seemed too much trouble. She stared down into her drink. It was soothing, like the hand on her arm, lulling, making her feel as if she were without worries or cares and was safe and warm.

"There, that didn't take long did it?" Bill asked.

Star looked up, and came out of her trance, glad that the other stuntman had come back. She was feeling so strange, floating, a pleasant, lighter-thanair sort of helpless feeling. But he would take care of her.

"We'll see you later, Rafe," he said, then turned to Star. "Come on, Star, finish your drink and well watch the picture. I think you may find it interesting."

She was almost too relaxed to move but drained the drink still in her hand with long, thirsty swallows, set the glass on the bar, and slid down off the high stool. Feeling giddy, but suddenly light and gay as the hastily gulped liquor sent a glow of exhilaration speeding through her blood-stream, it sounded like a wonderful idea.

"All right. I'm ready, Bill," she agreed. The words struggled from a throat constriction in her throat in a breathy, barely audible whisper.

The only light at the far end of the room came from the picture projected on a large screen and they stumbled through a confusion of arms and legs.

Nakedly entwined bodies lay sprawled on cushions on the boor, while those still on their feet writhed and twisted in a pagan dance without music.

The young Indian girl was grateful for the solid support of Bill's arm on her waist. It was difficult to keen her legs braced under her. They seemed detached from her body, as if they belonged to someone else. When he finally pulled her down with him on a loose pile of cushions, she sighed with relief and snuggled against him, closing her eyes. She felt herself spiraling to the delicious heights of a free and easy drunkenness. She was a different person, not at all the innocent Indian girl who had been so rudely awakened to the truths of the movie business. She was just a person-and she was going to keep it that way until she had resolved everything in her mind. Besides, the warmth of Bill's firm-muscled body felt so relaxing and she hadn't the strength to move or think.

And then suddenly, it wasn't relaxing at all.

No. He pulled her hard against him, slipped his hand up her side and cupped it warmly just beneath her hugely billowing tit. Everything quickened. She could feel her blood begin to stir deep within her body and her pussy-juices gushed down between her legs. Against the light pressure of his hand, her tit felt hot and swollen, and she trembled violently. Her mind was in a state of utter confusion, so astounded at her sensual reaction to his sudden touch that she was practically paralyzed.

"Watch the picture, Star," he urged in a soft whisper, but she didn't dare open her eyes. Bill let his fingers brush softly against the tip of her tit and felt the nipple surge to quivering erection. As a low moan escaped her lips, he grew more confident by the second. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching a man fuck wildly into another woman's cunt and lewd cock-hardening images of what he would do to this voluptuously curved young cunt in his arms once she had reached the stage of total, helpless submission tumbled in delirious, kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. It would be so much better than forcing her to fuck like he had the last time.

With a gentle tug at the scant top of Star's bikini, he pulled it around her waist, letting her sensuously throbbing tits free. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and as he began to pinch her nipples, rolling them like tiny pebbles between his thumb and forefinger, he reached down and eased his painfully jerking prick out of his swimming trunks. His lusting gaze still fastened on the screen, he rasped, "She sure loves to screw and his cock's really putting it to her!"

Star could hardly believe what was happening to her. She felt hot and cold at one and the same time, like a block of ice that was wrapped in a sheet of flame, worse even than when she had sucked Logan's cock or when he had fucked her and still she was growing hotter and hotter instead of melting. The whisp of fabric binding her pussy was drenched and hot with her cum juice. Delightful licks of fire emanated from her nipples as Bill continued twisting and rolling them between his fingers. She knew she ought to stop him but she was powerless to resist. And she was enmeshed in a sensual glow so exquisite that she hated to lose it.

"Jesus, look at him go! He's fucking her cunt like there's no tomorrow! Look ... just look at that, will you?"

Bill Stone's voice, urging, telling and gloating, rained lewd words into Star's fertile brain. They whirled in her head, enciting her desire until she wished feverishly to obey his command, but something held her back. When a shrill scream rose in the air and shattered against the ceiling, breaking into a myriad of brittle curses, she almost raised up involuntarily to watch the obscene picture. But the older stuntman's hands on her tits held her down. And ... Ohhh ... they felt so good!

"She's cumming! By God, he's going to break her in two! But she's loving every bit of it! Her cunt's eating his cock up!" Bill paused and sucked in his breath. "Christ! Will you look at that! The guy's fucking prick is still hard! And after a screwing like that!" he paused again and a sly note crept into his voice. "It's probably just as well you don't see this part ... one look at that big cock might spoil you for some of mine!"

Star writhed in helpless torment, his lewd word-pictures coming alive in her mind. She felt his hands stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, felt her legs spread wide of their own accord to allow his obscenely searching fingers greater access to the wet, hungry lips of her pussy.

"You can look now, Star," he whispered hotly in her ear. "She's going to suck him off. She's kissing his prick and then she'll take it in those soft red lips-and God, how soft they are."

As Bill's vicarious excitement mounted, his hands on Star's thighs inched upward and his voice rose in pitch. The Indian girl's body shook like one with fever chills as she fought for control. And suddenly his fingers, strong and probing, were on the wet, fleece-lined lips of her cunt and he cried out, "Jesus! That big cock of his will choke her to death!"

Star froze, momentarily suspended in cold sober shock. It was happening all over again! She was once again being forced to be screwed by her own body and a man she had never even liked before this morning. She had vowed to stay away from fucking until she had straightened things out in her head. She still had a lot of thinking to do before she would be sure if she wanted to stay in the movie business for good. With a violent shove, she pushed Bill away.

Her eyes flew open and she lurched to a sitting position. In the dim light it took her a moment to bring the images on the screen into focus. She caught the picture just before the woman's mouth began its downward plunge on the man's monstrously pulsing cock.

Star stared in benumbed shock. She saw the hugely throbbing head of the man's cock make contact with wetly glistening lips at the woman's eager mouth. Her tongue darted out, flicked lightly onto the tiny slit at the tip, then her mouth opened wide and with a wild downward plunge of her head, the thick, glistening shaft of his cock was completely absorbed into the taut oval of her greedy lips.

"Oh no ... no, no!" Star's moan of anguish was muffled by the movie's soundtrack. She wanted to scream, to get up and run away from the whole unbelievable scene, but her throat closed and she was frozen into immobility. And as she sat, transfixed, staring mesmerized at the rhythmic motion of the man's cock fucking in and out of the woman's hungrily sucking mouth, her own excitement quickened to a burning lust.

Bill Stone's hands were moving lewdly over her hotly trembling flesh, stroking and massaging her tits, her belly, the wet flesh of her inner thighs. She was dimly aware of what was happening, and some how managed to tear her gaze away from the screen.

Star closed her eyes tight shut and buried her face into Bill's shoulder, but still the vision of the man's cock wet and glistening, fucking deep into the red oval of the woman's lips raced through her mind.

"Oh, God," she groaned, "What's happening to me?"

"You mean you don't know?" Bill whispered in innocent surprise, "After all, you did want to be an actress."

Why did everyone keep telling her that? Star's confused brain reeled. It was obvious that if you wanted to be an actress you had to fuck your way there, but did everyone have to keep telling her that?

She squirmed back in the stuntman's arms. "I ... I don't know about that anymore."

"Why, Star, you have the talent for it; you should be a famous actress one day," he explained Softly. His hand burning hotly on her softly trembling tits, his fingers giving the softly erect nipple a hard pinch, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down her spine. She uttered a low, helpless gasp and squirmed her ass cheeks down into the cushions in an effort to stem the flowing tide of passion washing down between her thighs and through her steaming cunt.

She looked desperately around her, as if seeking a way out. Everywhere she looked she caught a gleam of flesh, naked and writhing.

"Come on, Star baby, let's you and me fuck a little," he whispered with his mouth against her lips.

"Oh ... oh! I can't ... we can't," she whimpered into the hot wetness of his mouth.

"Why not?" he demanded harshly. "You want my prick and I damn well know it!" Reaching for her hand, he took it in his hand and thrust it down between them, wrapping her fingers around his hugely pulsing cock.

Star's heart stopped and her soft body stiffened against him. Despite her resolves her hand tightened on the massively throbbing prick, holding it in a frantic grip. And she felt an emanating of lusting tremors from her hand on his cock rush like wildfire throughout her entire body. She did want it fucking deep inside her treacherously burning pussy. Oh God, how she wanted it! Just like she always did once the fire had started in her cunt.

"You do want my cock, don't you, Star? Don't you want to feel my cock inside your cunt?" Bill Stone made a soft, decisive statement of the question.

"Yes!" she hissed. "I want your cock! Ohhh, no ... no! I can't." She felt helpless, unable to cope with the torment wracking her mind and body.

"Why not?" he insisted again. "I saw you sucking Logan and I know he fucked you."

"Oh, please-don't! ... I can't ... not here!"

She couldn't bear to hear any more, but an angry, wanton defiance came to life in her mind. Yes, Bill is right. She had done all those other things, why not let Bill fuck her too? But not here, not with all the others watching.

She seemed to lose contact with reality. Bill Stone half-led, half-carried the Indian girl out onto the terrace by the pool, stopping at the bar on the way to pour her another Marguerita. Once outside in the bright sun Star blinked like a startled owl. He took her over to where he had ass-fucked her only hours before and pushed her gently to the grass.

He leaned over her, running his hands lightly over the hotly trembling mounds of her tits, teasing the hardened nipples with little circling pressures of his thumb.

His hand dipped to the bare skin of her flat belly and kneaded gently at the smooth, sun-warmed flesh.

Bill Stone felt her tremble beneath him, felt her own Quivering pussy rise almost visibly in response to his touch, his cock reached skyward, its blind eye drooling at the sun, and he knew she was ready for anything he wanted to do.

Star's hips began to squirm against the grass-covered ground and she turned her body toward the older stuntman, pressing herself to him. And then she lifted her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the glaring sun, and offered him her lips, open and shining and wet.

He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing their softness with a wet, hard pressure, stabbing his tongue past her teeth and into her mouth, to fence hotly with hers.

Her hand clawed uncontrollably at the back of his neck to lock their mouths in a heated fusion. His head was again at her tit, but no longer as gentle, squeezing it until ridges of soft flesh oozed out from between his fingers. Tiny mewlings of the pleasure of pain sounded deep in her throat. They surged around, his tongue fucking in and out of her willing mouth.

And then Bill Stone's hand dropped from her tit, slid down across the smooth, flat abdomen to the fuzzy pussy hairs fringing the hip-hugging strip of her bikini. His fingers moved swiftly inside, lingering for a tactile moment in the curling tendrils of her soft, silken fleece. Then he let his hand slide lower still, his middle finger extended, until the finger came in sudden contact with the moist, humid furrow of her cunt.

Star's body jackknifed forward with the electric contact of his touch on her naked, vulnerable crotch. Her entire being peaked into vibrant, breathing aliveness. She began to moan, a low humming sound of hungry wanting.

From a far periphery of the yawning abyss of her mind came a warning whisper from the reasonable voice. This is wrong ... this is all wrong. I'm not a common whore....There must be some other way of becoming an actress-talent must count for something!

But she knew nothing could stop her from being fucked. She was entirely incapable of protest or resistance. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. Which she didn't. She liked his heated touch on her pussy, and she craved it! And his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her tit, oh God, it felt so wonderful. And yet she didn't want to spend her life popping in and out of different beds.

Bill curled his middle finger into the wetly quivering passage of Star's cunt, teasing the bud of her clit, feeling it become immediately erect. Damn, he thought, she's really got the hots. I was right, she sure is ready. She's ready for cock, all right. Dying for it!

"Star, honey" he whispered smoothly against her mouth, "I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

He lifted his head to catch the reaction in her face. The sun shrank the pupils of her eyes so that they were wide and blind and monstrously brown; they gleamed darkly and her shining black hair spilled like ink. Her moist lips, desire-darkened and slack, moved silently, searching for words....

He knew she wouldn't, couldn't resist. She was too far gone now for anything else to happen.

"Oh yes, yes ... yes darling ... and I-I want you to fuck ... to fuck ... me ... I need ... I need ... Bill, darling ... darling."

She had begun to lose the thread of her words. Her voice got softer and the precision of her diction began to blur. Bill knew what was happening. Nothing else mattered to her now-but cock-nothing at all. And the lewd words caused his prick to ache with excitement, to emit a sticky warmth of pre-cum juice from its bloated glans.

"Go on." His deep voice had turned into a rasping choke.

"I need you-fuck me, too-as much-as you need it. Fuck me, Bill, fuck me, fuck me ... fuck me....

He slipped his finger from her cunt and stripped off the cum-drenched bikini. She automatically raised her hips to help him. He knelt down between her lewdly outspread legs and stared at her fuzzy black pussy hairs and the hot, wet sheath of her naked cunt. His eyes fastened gleefully on the thin lips, petal-pink, delicately edged with feathery black. A droplet of her seeping pussy juices moistened its fringe, then two, and then more, and they glistened with the luster of precious pearls. By God, she was a beauty-and completely at his mercy now! He ran his hands over the soft flexing hollows of her inner thighs, letting his fingers stroke the fluted pink lips of her cunt and dart in and out of the passion-flooded pussy walls. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her juices in the delicious narrow pit of her open cunt.

Star moaned continuously as she gave herself over completely to the older stuntman, who was giving her such pleasure. Her hips undulated in frenetic sexual abandon as the expert ministrations of his hands stoked the fires burning inside her to a bright glorious blaze. Through half-slit eyes she could see him kneeling over her. She watched with baited breath as his head lowered slowly, slowly-her belly went hollow and resistance seized her for a moment. He was going to lick her pussy like the woman had done when she had sucked Logan's cock, and like Logan had done when he had fucked her upstairs in her room last night. It had felt so wonderful, set her body on fire like nothing else had, and made her so wanting for cock that she had thought she would go out of her mind.

"Relax, baby," his breath fanned a ripple of new prurient sensations deep up inside the tight little hole between her thighs. "I'm going to kiss and lick and suck your cunt. I'm going to bury my tongue in your hot little pussy and you're going to love it, baby. I'll make you cum like you've got a rocket goin' off in your hot little belly!"

His vile words and his hot, teasing breath were like fuel to the fire of lust, turning any thoughts of denial to dust. She was aroused to a pitch of uncaring, insane desire. She was beyond words; her nakedly pulsing cunt ground seductively upward to tell him of her unequivocable surrender.

Bill drove his head savagely downward, his lips mashing into her pussy mouth, splaying the lips open wide and with the hard, wet pressure of his mouth, his tongue fucked deep and hard into the burning crevice of her cunt.

"Aaaaaggghhh!" Star screamed as his long, hot tongue lashed into her nakedly defenseless cunt and her body responded with convulsive lurches. Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her desire-drenched loins.

Ohhh, it felt good! It felt wonderful! She was groaning incessantly, broken sounds, as though she were trying to call out his name but couldn't fit the straining softness out of her mouth to the consonants.

His agile tongue screwed in and out of her wantonly widespread pussy, slipping back and forth over the tip of her hotly throbbing clit. She writhed and twisted, screwing her pelvis up into his face in savage, total abandon. Bill took the erectly pulsing button of her clit between his teeth, holding it snugly there, and began to circle it with a swift lashing of his tongue, round and round until she cried out sharply at the almost unbearable pleasure. He increased his attack, fucking her orally, faster and harder, sliding his long, pointed tongue deeper and deeper up into her greedily grasping cunt hole, driving it in and out of the wet, velvetly sheath with a hard, relentless fury. He drew her legs up and around his neck and her thighs gripped convulsively, pulling him still closer to her straining loins.

Every muscle in Bill Stone's body was tensed as she strained her hips upward to the maddening tongue that was licking insanely into her flame-seared pussy mouth. She thought she would go out of her mind from the intense ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins. God, she couldn't stand it! She had to have release, had to have it soon!

As his mouth and tongue worked in slobbering, animalistic subjugation at her seething cunt, Bill Stone's eyes stared up along the sweat-slick valley between her sensuously quivering tits, reveling in the lusting grimace on her face.

Christ, she was really hot to fuck! He could feel the gathering waves of her cum rolling and churning and rising.

Star screamed, a high, rising cadence of sound that was somehow not quite human. Her body spasmed against him in uncontrolled violence as wave upon wave of torrential ecstasy ripped her wide-open.

"Aaaaahhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhoooooohhh ... uuuuuggggggghhhh!"

When at last it was over she sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh. Bill raised up slowly from her still-hotly clasping cunt, grinning down at her with lecherous satisfaction.

"Well, baby?" he asked, "How was it ... did you like the pussy-lickin'?"

"Ohhhh ... Bill ... God!" Star breathed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "It was ... perfectly marvelous!"

"That was only the beginning. Open your eyes, honey," he commanded softly "Look at what I've got for you."

Dreamily, Star opened her eyes. She found herself looking at his thick, pulsing cock standing out from his belly. Her breath caught in her throat. My God, It was huge!

"Like that honey?" The older stuntman's lewd smile broadened.

Star tried to speak but she couldn't. She was trying to imagine that massively throbbing cock worming itself into the soft, fleshy folds of her steaming pussy. A quiver of fear crossed her face. God, could her cunt possibly take all of that?

His hand began a lewd stroking of the heavily uncircumcised foreskin, back and forth, over the huge, bloated head. He saw an almost imperceptible, slow rolling undulation begin in Star's soft, white ass cheeks. Goddamn right, she liked itl He gloated, no doubt about that. And she was going to get it-but good!

"You're going to love it, Star," he said, "because I'm going to fuck you now. My cock is as hot as your tight little cunt, and I want to fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot, slippery cum deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Star...."

"Oh! God, yes, do fuck me now, please, fuck me, fuck meee!" she screamed aloud as suddenly the warm afternoon air was filled with the sensuous wet sound of sweat-soaked flesh slapping rhythmically against sweat-soaked flesh....