Tiffany responded. "Actually, no, you don't c*m. Remember, I interrupt you two."
"Actually, I think your mom is right, Ben. She walks in and Amanda has to leave. But we don't have to go by the script completely."
Tiffany scowled at Taylor as she got up from the bed to put the camera down on Ben's desk. 'She wants to suck his c**k, I know she does,' she thought.
Taylor's eyes suddenly lit up. "I know! Let's do a dry-run and see how the entire scene is going to play out?"
Tiffany's heart raced at the idea.
"Yes. Good idea, Taylor. We can rehearse your blowjob, pretending to be inexperienced of course."
"Of course," Taylor concurred.
"Then, I can come in and rehearse a better blow job. Taylor, you can give me behind the scene tips."
Ben cast aside his reservations and threw the covers
