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The Shoot
Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: FrankNoir, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
her slit off to the camera. With both hands she separated her pussy lips, letting the camera see the moist pink insides of her pussy. "Good," the director whispered. "Keep going." Carefully, she let one finger caress her clitoris. She was surprised to feel how wet she was already. Slowly her finger circled the tender clit, and she let out a short gasp. Becky licked her fingers and started rubbing her pussy with her wet fingertips. Rhythmically, she stroked her labia up and down, pressing her thumb against her hot clitoris. Becky felt her fingers getting wet. Fascinated, she watched her pussy as she started rubbing harder, using more force. The cameraman moved slowly around her, filming her pussy and her masturbating fingers from every angle. Becky kept her little, pink clitoris exposed to the camera at all times. "Put a finger up," the director said. Becky pushed a finger up into her hot pussy. God, she was wet. Her burning hot love canal fit tightly around her finger, and in a slow rhythm she slid it in and out of her pussy. Unashamed, she inserted another finger, exploring the wet insides of her hot slit. Wet and slippery the finger slid in and out between Becky's pussy lips. The cameraman knelt down on the floor in front of her, zooming in. Her legs were trembling, and she was gasping for breath. "Damn," the director whispered. "This is fucking great! Keep going, for chrissakes!" Faster and faster Becky thrust her fingers up into her pussy. Her love juices flowed quietly ... down the insides of her thighs, glistening in the lights. Then suddenly, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Instead, she spread her legs wide, parting her pussy lips, letting the camera look straight up into her cunt. Hot and dripping wet, she exposed the juicy cave of her lust to the lens. "Keep it there," the director gasped. "Zoom in." And Becky froze, breathing heavily. And again she heard the sound of the camera between her thighs. "Okay," the director said, finally. "That's okay. Cut." The sound of the camera stopped with a clicking sound, and the cameraman got up from the floor. Becky sat up, dizzy. The director handed her a roll of tissue paper and she used it to wipe her fingers and her pussy. "So now what?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed. In fact, the first take had made her a bit hot. "Now it's Jack's turn," the director answered, and Becky noticed that Jack was standing beside them already. "What do we do?" she asked curiously. Jack smiled. "I believe this is where you suck my cock." Becky nodded. "Okay." "You just sit there, Becky." The director slowly walked around them. "Jack, you come over and stand in front of her. Ready? Okay." The camera whirred. Becky sat up in the chair. Slowly Jack walked towards her. She looked up at him. Smiling nastily, he stopped in front of her and silently unbuttoned his jeans. Becky pulled down his jeans and boxers, exposing his long, well-shaped cock. It hung between his legs, already starting to grow. Smiling, Becky ...