She looked me dead in the eyes, the red lipstick stark against her skin. "Let's see if you can survive what's coming next."
She lowered her head, the sudden shift in weight sending a rush of adrenaline through me. Her lips kissed the sensitive tip of my cock first, gently, a mere feather-light brush. Then, she kissed my whole length, tracing a wet path all the way down to my balls. I groaned, feeling the intense pressure of her warm mouth closing over me.
She kissed them, then her mouth and lips swallowed my balls gently. They felt warm in her mouth, completely drowning in her hot saliva. She used her tongue to clean the oil from the underside of my shaft before moving back up, her professional control absolute.
"Fuck, Sasha. That's so fucking good," I gasped, my entire body convulsing with pleasure.
Her mouth clamped down fully on my cock. She didn't just suck; she performed. Her gaze never left mine, her eyes deep and focused as she drove her mouth up and down my shaft, taking as much of me as she possibly could.
The wet, rhythmic pumping felt like a fusion of pure, raw need and clinical, sexual expertise. She was using her whole body, her neck muscles straining slightly, her hips subtly grinding against my thighs to maximize the cinematic performance.
She worked me hard, fast, and deep, pushing me right to the cliff edge, then pulling back just as deftly. This wasn't about her pleasure; it was about demonstrating her skill and driving my performance to the maximum, setting me up for the final, on-camera scene.
"Let's see if you can survive what's coming next."
She lowered her head. Her lips kissed the sensitive tip of my cock, then she worked her way down.
"Fuck, Sasha. That's so fucking good," I gasped, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as her mouth closed fully around my balls, drawing them deep into her hot, wet throat. Her control was absolute.
Sometimes she'd pull back, a shimmering thread of saliva briefly connecting her lips to the head of my cock. She'd wink at me, a breathtaking flash of naughty mischief—then swiftly swallow me whole again.
She was an artist, a true professional, reminding me instantly of my past life. She reminded me of Tracey, the queen of blowjobs, only this was oiled, and infinitely better.
"Come here," I demanded, a growl pulled from my chest by the sheer intensity. I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair firmly, asserting my dominance in the moment.
I drew her head closer, plunging my erection deeper until I felt the hot, slick head of my cock gently tap the back of her throat.
Then slowly, I pulled back, controlling the rhythm, before beginning to thrust.
Kloff-kloff-kloff.
I went faster, pushing deep and driving her head relentlessly. I could feel her nearly choking from my aggressive, powerful thrusts, but the sounds she made were not of distress. They were a guttural mixture of pleasure and surrender. Her eyes, glistening with involuntary tears from the depth of the assault, never left mine.
When I finally pulled out, my cock dripping and red, she sat up, wiping away the mix of saliva and precum from her lips with a satisfied smile.
"You are finally learning to take control. I'm impressed," she said, catching her breath.
I grinned at her. "You are the one who prophesied that I will be the goat of sex. I'm just fulfilling the prophecy."
She got up and guided me to the bed, the final stage. "Are you ready for the next scene, Druski? Let's finish this for the cameras."
I nodded, my body throbbing with focused energy. I had never felt so ready since I woke up in this body. I was ready to prove the critics wrong.
Sasha climbed onto the bed and mounted me. I clasped her magnificent, oiled breasts, squeezing them firmly as she adjusted herself on top of me.
"Hope I won't be disappointed this time," she challenged, leaning forward so her nipples were just inches from my mouth.
She tapped my cock on the wet lips of her pussy, once, twice, the ultimate tease. Then, finally, she slid it inside. Her walls were wet, hot, and intensely tight. The feeling was instantaneous and overwhelming, an explosion of perfect friction. It felt as if it was the right lock and key, designed to fit only me.
My body shuddered, but I didn't let myself get swallowed by the pleasure. Not this time.
She began moving slowly at first, switching between circular motions and then up and down. I held her back, drawing her closer to me until her wet breasts were fully pressed onto my chest.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless," I whispered in her ear, asserting my new, terrifying confidence. Then, I began to return the fire, thrusting slowly at first to match her rhythm, then increasing the pace. She stopped talking and started moaning.
"Oh-yes-fuck....that feels great," she moaned. "Oh my god, it's so huge."
Then I began thrusting fast.
Her nails raked my shoulders, and she bit my neck lightly.
"Fuck, Druski....faster, harder!" She screamed.
I did as I was told, my thrusts becoming a blur of rhythmic power. She raised her head to find my lips again.
"I'm close, Druski!" she mumbled in my mouth. "I'm about to cum... fuck, I can't hold it anymore!"
I felt a monumental shudder starting deep inside her body. Her hips began grinding frantically on me, her pussy tightening convulsively around my cock as her body tensed. Her juicy fluids exploded, spraying onto my body in a hot, slick wave.
"Aaah fuuuuuck!!!" she screamed before collapsing onto me, giving me a long, desperate kiss.
I kissed her back, feeling my own body seize with the effort. My cock fired a thick, hot thread of cum deep inside her. I groaned, trembling my hands on her ass cheeks as the last thread of cum left me. I pulled out, collapsing beside her.
Our bodies were slick with sweat and oil, breathing hard, the silence after the action punctuated only by the subtle whir of the cameras still recording.
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[QUEST COMPLETE: SCENE #2 SUCCESS]
Scene Quality: Exceptional (x1.5 Multiplier activated).
Reward: $1800 deposited into digital wallet.
Attribute Reward: Stamina improved through forced exertion.
[STAMINA: +1 Point Applied (Current: 5/10)]
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We lay there together for a few minutes without talking, our bodies slick with sweat. The high-powered silence was thick with the weight of what a phenomenal scene we had just captured.
Finally, Sasha rested her breasts on my chest. She couldn't stop smiling.
"Wow," she said when she finally regained her breath. "Just wow, Producer... seriously, what was that?"
"I have been leveling up," I grinned, kissing the top of her head.
"You couldn't stop cumming. That felt amazing," she said, drawing slow, oily circles on my chest.
"You too. You unloaded a bucket of your orgasm on my body," I said, kissing her forehead.
"Only a few men have managed me to squirt like that," she revealed, her voice dropping into a secret conspiratorial tone.
"Oh, is that so? Then it's an honor to join the few big boys that have managed to please you," I said. "You think that was it? You think that was a good shoot?"
"Nothing could beat that, you were incredible. You might want to watch the video," she suggested.
I nodded, freeing myself from her and walking toward the camera, my cock limp but proud.
"Alright then, let's see how we performed."