There are lights. “Now,” Candy said, deadly serious. Sex My cock was active, though. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. I tried to create a little more space and got up on an elbow. I think Leon got the picture-book version. Ah, fuck it. There are lights. Candy’s well-manicured finger, to be exact. I brought it on myself. And…
I didn’t exactly hate that. Then there are body fluids. I was getting paid. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. I could see it in the gleam in her eyes, feel it in the pressure on my mouth as she pulled me in closer and squeezed her legs. “Mmmffhh!” I said, struggling. She had been working herself while I was asleep. Now that was a good show. “Nothing you did. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Along with my arms, my legs, my brain. Just the thought of me struggling, that was what did it for her. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. She wasn’t even in the same country. I was at the point of thinking what the fuck this crazy woman might do to me now.
