"f**k, that was amazing," I mumbled.
"Take it out," she whimpered. "Please, I'm begging."
I pulled my c**k out of her red, sore asshole, a stream of c*m sticking between us before it snapped back and stuck to her thigh. More c*m was already oozing out of her half-closed asshole. She rolled on her side, curling up, crying. Jenna moved the camera to her face.
"Stop filming me, Jenna!" Heather shouted. "Can't you see I'm in f*****g agony!"
"Sorry," Jenna said, lowering the camera. "Um, it looked really good though, totally authentic."
"Ow, god," Heather said, reaching around, holding her butt. "It hurt so much."
"Like they say, cupcake," I said, putting my hands on my hips. "Pain is temporary. Film is forever."
"Jerk! Get out!" Heather said, throwing a pillow at me. "Just get out!"
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