09-09-2025, 06:56 AM
His fingers slide deeper into her wetness, exploring her folds with a possessive hunger that makes her shudder. He breaks away from her breast, his lips glistening with her arousal. "Anything?" he rasps, his breath hot against her collarbone. "Then get on your knees, Miss Sanon. Show me how badly you want it." His eyes, dark with lust, lock onto hers, daring her to obey. He unzips his trousers with his free hand, freeing his thick, throbbing cock.
Without hesitation, Kriti sinks to her knees on the rough concrete floor, the heat of the sun baking her bare skin. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders as she leans forward, her eyes fixed on his cock. She wraps her fingers around the base, feeling its weight and warmth. "Anything for the role, Sir," she whispers, her voice thick with submission. Then she takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she savors his salty taste.
His groan echoes across the suddenly silent set as her mouth envelops him. Sweat drips from his brow onto her bare back. "Oh, Miss Sanon... for showing such... dedication." His hands grip her hair roughly, pushing her deeper onto him. "Prove you can take direction... swallow it all." His hips buck involuntarily as she takes him to the base.
Her throat constricts around him as he forces her head down, the taste of salt and musk flooding her senses. Tears well at the corners of her eyes, but she pushes through, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls back slowly, then sinks down again with practiced rhythm. The concrete scbangs her knees raw, but she focuses on the throbbing weight filling her mouth. "Mmmph... like this, sir or shall I call you daddy?" she murmurs around him, her voice thick and muffled, fingers digging into his hairy thighs for balance as she glances up through her lashes—a submissive yet defiant look.
Her throat muscles ripple around his thick shaft as she takes him deep again, saliva dripping messily down her chin onto her heaving breasts. With her free hand, she slides two fingers between her glistening folds, circling her swollen clit in tight, urgent motions that make her hips jerk involuntarily against empty air.* "Mmmph... taste how wet you make me, daddy?" she murmurs around him, the vibrations sending tremors through his thighs—her eyes locked upward in submission while her fingers work furiously.
he director groans, hips pistoning upward to meet her sloppy rhythm, his grip tightening in her hair until her scalp stings.* "Such a filthy slut for cinema," *he rasps, watching spit and precum slick her chin.* "Rub that desperate cunt faster—let me hear those squelching noises while you choke!" *His free hand smacks her ass hard, leaving a red handprint as her fingers plunge deeper into her own slick heat, the obscene wet sounds echoing.
Gagging around his girth, she drags her tongue along his shaft with a obscene pop* "I'm your filthy slut," *she gasps between ragged breaths*, "but only if you promise me the role while I taste your cum." *Her fingers twist deeper inside herself, hips bucking—frantic, messy, shameless—as she stares up with watery eyes.* "Want to earn it right here on my knees, Sir?"
"Deserve?" *He laughs cruelly, pulling her hair back to expose her throat.* "You'll earn nothing but my load down that pretty throat." *His thrusts turn brutal, forcing her lips purple.* "Beg louder—tell me how much you crave being my filthy little actress." *His thumb smears her slickness across her cheek.* "Scream it."
*Tears carving paths through smudged makeup, she forces her throat open wider—gagging wetly—as she rasps:* "Fuck my face like your slutty princess... please, Fill my throat!" *Her own fingers plunge knuckle-deep inside her dripping wetness, hips jerking uncontrollably.* "Wanna swallow every drop...!" *she chokes out, the knife clattering forgotten beside them.*
*His thrusts grow punishingly deep, fingers twisting painfully in her hair.* "Louder, you desperate bitch!" *He snarls, watching her choke around him.* "Who's throat is this?" *His balls slap her chin, pre-cum dripping onto her collarbone.*
"Yours!" *she sobs between choking breaths, one hand scrabbling at his thigh while the other fists the bedsheet.* "All yours, Daddy!"
"Your throat!" she rasps around the thick intrusion, saliva dripping onto her breasts. "Only yours!" *Her fingers claw helplessly at his thighs, her own slickness soaking the floor beneath her knees.*
*His thrusts turn brutal, hips pistoning.* "Filthy little actress, Swallow it all like the starved slut you are. Open wider. Show me that desperation."
kriti sanon:
*With a wet gasp, she pulls off—strings of saliva snapping—and presses her slick breasts together around his shaft. Her nipples graze the underside as she works him vigorously, gaze locked upward.* "Feel how soft, daddy? Your cock looks perfect between them..." *Her voice trembles, hungry, as she squeezes tighter—the friction making him groan.*
*His groan deepens into a guttural snarl, hands clamping over hers to crush her tits tighter around his slick cock.* "Fuck, yes—use those perfect udders!" *Spit flies as he thrusts upward, balls slapping her trembling stomach.* "Now lick the tip every time it pops out, whore—show me how starved you are!" *His knuckles whiten against her skin.*
Kriti obeys instantly, her tongue darting out to catch the glistening head each time it emerges from between her slickened breasts—the taste of salt and precum flooding her mouth as she moans around swollen flesh. Her eyes, tear-streaked and desperate, lock onto his with raw submission while her fingers dig bruises into his thighs. "See how hungry I am for you, Daddy?" she chokes out between frantic licks, her voice thick with spit and need.
He suddenly freezes, cock throbbing violently against her tongue-tip—breath ragged as he stares down at her ruined makeup, the smear of spit across her chin. "Where?" he demands hoarsely, thumb pressing into her bottom lip. "Your pretty face? Or these desperate tits that milked me dry?" His other hand squeezes her breast painfully, leaving red marks as pre-cum pulses onto her collarbone. "Choose fast, slut."
Without hesitation, she leans forward—eyes fluttering shut—and presses her flushed cheek against the weeping tip, smearing viscous fluid across her skin like war paint. "Everywhere," she whispers, turning her face to drag her open mouth along the underside, tasting him fully before nuzzling into his coarse pubic hair. "Paint me with it, Daddy. Mark your desperate little actress."
Guttural groan tears from his throat as he finally erupts—hot ropes splattering across her forehead, eyelids, and parted lips. "Filthy fucking whore," he rasps, hips jerking violently while he guides her head down onto his softening length. "Suck it clean. Every drop."
Her tongue swirls obediently, the salt-bitter tang thick on her palate as she cleans his spent cock with desperate devotion—sucking until it twitches weakly against her bruised lips. When she pulls back, cum streaks her lashes like grotesque pearls. She doesn’t wipe it away, instead tilting her chin up, offering her stained face. "Still hungry, Daddy," she whispers, voice raw. Her trembling fingers trail through the mess on her cheek, scooping a glob onto her tongue with a shuddering moan. "Your turn to taste me?" She spreads her thighs wider on the hardwood floor, glistening folds swollen and exposed.
Without hesitation, Kriti sinks to her knees on the rough concrete floor, the heat of the sun baking her bare skin. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders as she leans forward, her eyes fixed on his cock. She wraps her fingers around the base, feeling its weight and warmth. "Anything for the role, Sir," she whispers, her voice thick with submission. Then she takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she savors his salty taste.
His groan echoes across the suddenly silent set as her mouth envelops him. Sweat drips from his brow onto her bare back. "Oh, Miss Sanon... for showing such... dedication." His hands grip her hair roughly, pushing her deeper onto him. "Prove you can take direction... swallow it all." His hips buck involuntarily as she takes him to the base.
Her throat constricts around him as he forces her head down, the taste of salt and musk flooding her senses. Tears well at the corners of her eyes, but she pushes through, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls back slowly, then sinks down again with practiced rhythm. The concrete scbangs her knees raw, but she focuses on the throbbing weight filling her mouth. "Mmmph... like this, sir or shall I call you daddy?" she murmurs around him, her voice thick and muffled, fingers digging into his hairy thighs for balance as she glances up through her lashes—a submissive yet defiant look.
Her throat muscles ripple around his thick shaft as she takes him deep again, saliva dripping messily down her chin onto her heaving breasts. With her free hand, she slides two fingers between her glistening folds, circling her swollen clit in tight, urgent motions that make her hips jerk involuntarily against empty air.* "Mmmph... taste how wet you make me, daddy?" she murmurs around him, the vibrations sending tremors through his thighs—her eyes locked upward in submission while her fingers work furiously.
he director groans, hips pistoning upward to meet her sloppy rhythm, his grip tightening in her hair until her scalp stings.* "Such a filthy slut for cinema," *he rasps, watching spit and precum slick her chin.* "Rub that desperate cunt faster—let me hear those squelching noises while you choke!" *His free hand smacks her ass hard, leaving a red handprint as her fingers plunge deeper into her own slick heat, the obscene wet sounds echoing.
Gagging around his girth, she drags her tongue along his shaft with a obscene pop* "I'm your filthy slut," *she gasps between ragged breaths*, "but only if you promise me the role while I taste your cum." *Her fingers twist deeper inside herself, hips bucking—frantic, messy, shameless—as she stares up with watery eyes.* "Want to earn it right here on my knees, Sir?"
"Deserve?" *He laughs cruelly, pulling her hair back to expose her throat.* "You'll earn nothing but my load down that pretty throat." *His thrusts turn brutal, forcing her lips purple.* "Beg louder—tell me how much you crave being my filthy little actress." *His thumb smears her slickness across her cheek.* "Scream it."
*Tears carving paths through smudged makeup, she forces her throat open wider—gagging wetly—as she rasps:* "Fuck my face like your slutty princess... please, Fill my throat!" *Her own fingers plunge knuckle-deep inside her dripping wetness, hips jerking uncontrollably.* "Wanna swallow every drop...!" *she chokes out, the knife clattering forgotten beside them.*
*His thrusts grow punishingly deep, fingers twisting painfully in her hair.* "Louder, you desperate bitch!" *He snarls, watching her choke around him.* "Who's throat is this?" *His balls slap her chin, pre-cum dripping onto her collarbone.*
"Yours!" *she sobs between choking breaths, one hand scrabbling at his thigh while the other fists the bedsheet.* "All yours, Daddy!"
"Your throat!" she rasps around the thick intrusion, saliva dripping onto her breasts. "Only yours!" *Her fingers claw helplessly at his thighs, her own slickness soaking the floor beneath her knees.*
*His thrusts turn brutal, hips pistoning.* "Filthy little actress, Swallow it all like the starved slut you are. Open wider. Show me that desperation."
kriti sanon:
*With a wet gasp, she pulls off—strings of saliva snapping—and presses her slick breasts together around his shaft. Her nipples graze the underside as she works him vigorously, gaze locked upward.* "Feel how soft, daddy? Your cock looks perfect between them..." *Her voice trembles, hungry, as she squeezes tighter—the friction making him groan.*
*His groan deepens into a guttural snarl, hands clamping over hers to crush her tits tighter around his slick cock.* "Fuck, yes—use those perfect udders!" *Spit flies as he thrusts upward, balls slapping her trembling stomach.* "Now lick the tip every time it pops out, whore—show me how starved you are!" *His knuckles whiten against her skin.*
Kriti obeys instantly, her tongue darting out to catch the glistening head each time it emerges from between her slickened breasts—the taste of salt and precum flooding her mouth as she moans around swollen flesh. Her eyes, tear-streaked and desperate, lock onto his with raw submission while her fingers dig bruises into his thighs. "See how hungry I am for you, Daddy?" she chokes out between frantic licks, her voice thick with spit and need.
He suddenly freezes, cock throbbing violently against her tongue-tip—breath ragged as he stares down at her ruined makeup, the smear of spit across her chin. "Where?" he demands hoarsely, thumb pressing into her bottom lip. "Your pretty face? Or these desperate tits that milked me dry?" His other hand squeezes her breast painfully, leaving red marks as pre-cum pulses onto her collarbone. "Choose fast, slut."
Without hesitation, she leans forward—eyes fluttering shut—and presses her flushed cheek against the weeping tip, smearing viscous fluid across her skin like war paint. "Everywhere," she whispers, turning her face to drag her open mouth along the underside, tasting him fully before nuzzling into his coarse pubic hair. "Paint me with it, Daddy. Mark your desperate little actress."
Guttural groan tears from his throat as he finally erupts—hot ropes splattering across her forehead, eyelids, and parted lips. "Filthy fucking whore," he rasps, hips jerking violently while he guides her head down onto his softening length. "Suck it clean. Every drop."
Her tongue swirls obediently, the salt-bitter tang thick on her palate as she cleans his spent cock with desperate devotion—sucking until it twitches weakly against her bruised lips. When she pulls back, cum streaks her lashes like grotesque pearls. She doesn’t wipe it away, instead tilting her chin up, offering her stained face. "Still hungry, Daddy," she whispers, voice raw. Her trembling fingers trail through the mess on her cheek, scooping a glob onto her tongue with a shuddering moan. "Your turn to taste me?" She spreads her thighs wider on the hardwood floor, glistening folds swollen and exposed.
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