The studio lights scorched my skin as I strutted onto the set and every camera lens locked on my body like predators. I was Lila, the rookie, but tonight I’d break Drake, the smug male star who thought his fat c**k made him king.
My p***y was already dripping under the sheer black thong and my c**t throbbed against the lace while my n*****s stabbed through my bra. The live-stream chat blew up with tips and thousands were watching, their filthy comments making my cunt pulse.
Drake swaggered in, shirtless, his c**k bulging through tight briefs and smirking like he’d already f****d me raw, but he had no clue I’d memorized his scenes and knew he came fast when dominated and planned to ruin him.
The director screamed, “Action!” and I lunged, shoving him onto the velvet couch while my thighs
