She pretends to be listening to directions but keeps biting her lip every time his fingers brush against her wet slit through those flimsy shorts. ‘Casting call,’ they said—but no one told her about the guy who didn’t stop filming once he saw how greedy she gets when cornered. Pink lace shredded mid-scene, thighs trembling as he flips her onto all fours over that couch cushion—her breath hitches when his cock drags up the crack of her asshole before sliding right in. ‘Oh fuck yeah,’ she gasps loud enough for anyone peeking through the door to hear, grinding backward into every rough thrust.
