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Episode 2: TYPE CAST
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 2: TYPE CAST - Sydney Sweeney has taken the world by storm. America's Sweetheart is one smart cookie, nookie, depending on the performance. Euphoria put her on the map, among sorted other places in the dirty minds of the men who love her. I think what is on everyone's mind is just how far the bombshell beauty will go with her career. Her newest top-secret movie might shed some light on that. If you thought Levinson used her to her fullest potential you haven't seen anything yet. And... ACTION!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Fan Fiction BDSM Rough Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
“Morning, Beautiful! You are absolutely glowing today.”
“I wonder why?”
Sydney Sweeney was back on a ZOOM call with Movie Director Eric Brannon of her upcoming sex thriller First Come, First Serve. Two days ago, they began the casting process for the first of three billionaire brothers who would all dominate her character of Sydney Neal. The blonde bombshell was committed to her role, choosing to stay in character as her testament to perfection. Adding to that she swore an oath to Eric that she would put his name on the map led to a very interesting alliance. Her desires won him over. His desires became hers. Match made in heaving!
“Sorry that I couldn’t quite accomplish the arrangements for the Maximillion casting by yesterday as we had discussed. It took a bit longer than expected to narrow down where we could have a closed set big enough to handle so many actors.”
“That’s fine! I just relaxed on the beach and made every guy out there want me. My bikini collection from SYRN leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s so much fun getting rich by designing so little.”
“I can believe that.”
“I have a new micro bikini line coming so I tried a few on out on the beach. That went over well as you can imagine. Especially when I changed right out in the open.”
“And there comes the nude cellphone pics.”
“My bodyguards were there to prevent that. Of course, they were helping me change. Human shields.”
“Oh, to be your bodyguard.” He laughed! “That job has to have perks.”
“Just like the studios it is all about NDAs. I can sue their pants off if they do or say anything that can ruin me. I behaved ... mostly! I did masturbate, but I had my bikini on ... if you could call it a bikini. I did take a few selfies for internet steaminess. My bodyguards took care of lotioning me up.”
“Nice! Okay, here’s the plan for the Max auditions. I’ve sent out invites to the top 100 by appearance as to what I envision Maximillion to look like. As I said it took a while to seek out a location, but our studio head Byron Banks volunteered his penthouse on the studio lot. He stays there when in town. Fancy Schmancy, as you can imagine. Once he shared pics it was almost exactly the layout of Maximillion’s own penthouse. To save money on our budget Byron even said we could film there when the time came.”
“That sounds amazing. You had me at layout. Can I request ambiance? Lots and lots of candles and soft music. Max did that in the script. Is there a hot tub for that scene?”
“There is! A massive dining table too for Max to make love to Sydney Neal on while she imagines herself surrounded by guests.”
“Sounds exquisite! Wine! I need wine.”
“Always! Anything for my future trilogy slave.”
“Sweet talker! This movie excites me so much.”
“Hey! I have a personal question.”
“Ask!”
“In your movie Anyone But You, did you fuck Glen Powell?”
“Not in the movie, but yes. He was okay. Nothing to brag about. We played naked Twister as a joke when he promoted his movie Twisters.”
“Elordi in Euporia?”
“No! That’s why I told you I always wished we could have done better with our love scenes.”
“Sklenar from Housemaid?”
“I wish! I tried! His girlfriend was always around though. We almost hooked up after the Housemaid cast was on Family Feud, I put my hand on his dick while we played, he was suffering hard. Still jilted though! Someday, I’ll have him.”
“You are the wild one. That bedroom scene with him looked all too real.”
“Just sneaky filming and too sexy to ignore forever. We were both naked in that scene and he rubbed his dick all over my kitty, but he had to deny me due to his personal trainer girlfriend. Anyways! Someday maybe! So, when do I need to be at the studio?”
“Tomorrow at 10:00 AM! I’ll meet you at the backdoor on lot 12. Byron’s penthouse is in that building. I’ll have the actors in the front lot with Peter to do crowd control. As a called in favor Byron wants to meet you personally. It’s with his authority that the script for First Come, First Serve can go so far. When he and I first discussed the project before being greenlit, he told me how huge of a fan he was of you. Pure lust, I guarantee!” He chuckled! “We even watched a collage of your sex scenes during our discussion. He went so far as to say I’d love to tap that little minx. You did NOT hear me say that.”
“See? Everyone wants me. I love that. It makes me want to do everything in my power to drive them crazy. This is why I need this movie to fill theater seats for months.”
“I’d hate to be the janitorial crew after every showing. There’s bound to be a whole lot of jizz on the back of seats.”
“Maybe we can make a deal with the theater chains to promote my body as a popcorn Fuck-it-Bucket! A hole could be molded into the bottom of the bucket.”
“That would be just crazy enough to work.” Eric chuckled! “I doubt they go that far, but it might be interesting to have it designed as a possibility.”
“That would be so hot, don’t you think.”
“I’d shove my dick up that bucket. Put it on my bucket list.”
“I am so lucky to have you, Eric. We make a great team.”
“That we do.” He raised his martini to toast her. “Here’s to many years of personal satisfaction. If the first movie breaks box office records Byron has already agreed to a trilogy but only if it is a monster hit. He’s prepared for the backlash.”
“The trailer has to catch the lust of everyone right out of the gate. I know we can’t show the nude scenes, but we should splice together some of the hottest moments leading up to those.”
“Already designing story boards for the trailer. You naked coming up out of a pool after Jake tries to drown you into compliance would be hot. The dinner table scene and the cafe outdoors come to mind!”
“The sensuality with Max making love to me. I’m determined to create the perfect ecstasy face and body movements. I can wrap my legs around his hips to hide his penis.”
“So, you want penis without it being pouched and pinned back.”
“No pouches, no pinned back. I want every scene natural. If the actors can commit, I want fucked like the slut that I am. That every man alive wants me to be.”
“Works for me. I guess that means I cast guys willing to go that far. Oh! I’m going with that Landon Moon as Ethan. I think with a bit of refining he will be perfect. That Brock Harden was good, but I feel Landon has the better persona.”
“I’m up for practicing our scenes with him more.”
“Of course, you are.” He laughed! “We can set that up down the road. I need the casting breakdown as soon as possible. So, stay focused on Max tomorrow then give me another two days to arrange the Jake casting. Then there is their dad, Dominic Masters. The boys make Sydney Neal seduce their dad. I was thinking of a big-name actor for the role of Dominic. He’s in his 60’s. Whoever he is he has to be an old pro at this kind of subject matter.”
“Anyone come to mind?”
“He might be too old, but I bet he could use the money and the career boost. I was thinking Mickey Rourke, he’s like 73 now.”
“Can he still get it up?” She snorted, bashfully hiding her mouth. So adorable even for a sex kitten. “Lord his plastic surgeon ... I’ll survive.”
“Question on my mind is can you handle a sex scene with someone that old?”
“I won’t fail this picture, Eric. I do what is required and give it 110%.”
“Okay! I might approach his manager and even see if he’s into acting anymore. He’s been out of sight for quite a while.”
“I wonder if he even knows who I am.”
“A freak like him that’s a certain.”
Finishing his martini Eric paused her. “Listen Hot stuff, I need to make a few calls about the Jake part. I recently learned about a BDSM club up in the mountains that might be a perfect filming location for Jake’s world. Cages, fuck machines, ceiling suspension, anal hooks, the whole arsenal.” Each time he mentioned something new pertaining to this, Sydney was rolling her palms up along her throat with a look of wishful intrigue. “Look at you! You can’t wait for that part can you.”
“I’ve barely dabbled in the lifestyle, but it does sound ... why do I not own a sex machine?” She fanned her face! “You need to make those scenes more intense, Eric. I want Jake’s character to make me a puppet and force me to react to the atmosphere with fear and amazement. The moviegoers will love seeing me helpless and abused.”
“Way ahead of you. I spoke with my screenwriter about beefing things up. He’s as thrilled as we are to see you in action.”
“You should invite him to this BDSM retreat. We can throw around ideas.”
“While we watch you get thrown around by the Jake actors auditioning to fuck you silly?”
“It is all about inspiration.” She smirked! “To sort out what I need for Sydney Neal’s character, I need to live out what she endures. If we are beefing up the scenes, I want our Jake’s to do whatever comes to mind in their audition. Let’s make the point of insisting they show no mercy.”
“We can’t put you in the hospital, Syd.”
“No, but I can limp to my car after.” She laughed! “As long as I’m not punched in the face, I’ll be fine. I can cope with say rope burns or choke marks around my neck. I’ll just stay out of the limelight for a week until I heal.”
“Lash marks from a whip?”
“Flogger, maybe! I don’t want scarred for life. If we can make the whip less deadly, I’d allow it.”
“Stunt whip it is! Go enjoy your day. See you at 10:00 tomorrow, studio lot 12. Wear something sexy.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Let me rephrase that. Wear something that you know Sydney Neal would wear.”
“She barely wears anything except in the beginning.”
“My point exactly!”
“Robe only?”
“Make it short.”
“You Sir are a very bad boy.”
“You Miss Sweeney are the finest whore alive.”
“That was so sweet. Thank you!”
With a salute Eric Brannon signed out. Sydney looked online at Amazon for a sex machine. She bought three!
The next morning at 9:00 AM Eric Brannon and his entourage arrived at the studio and was met by movie producer Byron Bank. Byron was a very large black man in stature and fitness, yet business like. In appearance he looked a bit like actor Winston Duke, standing at 6’8 and somewhat intimidating. Guided indoors he showed Eric the penthouse and they had a drink to discuss what was ahead.
“Fill me in, Brannon.” They sat in a sunken living room with two sectionals encompassing all corners. “We need to get this film started.”
“Getting there, Byron. I committed to actor Landon Moon as our Ethan Masters. I have the studio drama coaches working out his rough edges based off of my notes. Today as you know we narrow down Maximillion Masters.”
“Is Miss Sweeney as excited about her role as we had hoped?”
“That’s an understatement!”
“Meaning?”
“She demands to be smack dab in the middle of the auditioning process. She and Moon had a very good connection the other day. She acted out scenes with a good number of actors and it got pretty steamy.” He had not shown Byron what his cameraman Phil had recorded. Not yet at least! Hearing steamy, Byron sat forward in his couch cushion and used both hands to hold his brandy glass.
“How steamy? Don’t hold back details, Brannon.”
“You asked to be here so why not just let today speak for itself. Syd and I have a tight bond concerning this movie and what we end up with.”
“I gave you the go ahead for that X rating like A24 is giving Corbet. Keep in mind the only reason he received that X is due to it being a period piece. We aim for that X as far as we can go.”
“And she is willing to go down that rabbit hole.”
“I’d give Alice my Mad Hatter.” Byron grinned! This attitude made Eric join him in sitting forward. “This studio needs a hit. Outside of her Housemaid movie her last three movies tanked.”
“And we know why. It had everything to do with her deviating away from what she is known for. This is why she’s pushing her limits with our endeavor. You have to let her do her thing. I can get her to do pretty much anything as long as she doesn’t get disfigured. The BDSM scenes have to be authentic but without ruining her beauty.”
“I can understand that. Man, Brannon, I’ve read that script over a dozen times. She has her work cut out for her.”
“And she still demands fiery rewrites.” That made Byron sneer! “Relax! She wants the scenes ramped up, not removed.”
“Ah!” Byron puckered! “She’s naked in 90% of the movie as it is. Might as well go 100%.” He laughed! “Just kidding! I know the logistics.”
“She wants all of the sex scenes on steroids and for me to bring out her best performance. We’re committed to seeing this happen.”
“No interference on my behalf. You know I like that girl. She’s money in the sperm bank.”
“And that’s what she wants.”
“Money or sperm?” Byron chuckled! He knew Eric saw things his way. Perverted as they were!
“Both! I wasn’t prepared to rat her out so soon, but I know you need to be aware of everything. What I tell you now has to be between us. I made certain NDAs were signed by the Ethan auditions. Pete has the Maximillion actors signing those as they arrive.”
“Good! We don’t need vicious rumors.”
“Bound to happen! Let’s just hope it’s minor.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“She acted as Sydney Neal in the nude with the Ethan posse. Lap dances, masturbation, hands on.”
“No shit!” Byron sat up even further with wild eyes and perfect ivories. “And the actors were good with that?”
“I cut the group down to keep it manageable but yes. Very few declined touching her.”
“Gay fucks if they did!”
“Yeah! She handled a few dicks.”
“Jesus! I never saw that coming.”
“Oh, they came.” Eric shook his head laughing! “So did she! Wore quite a bit of that too.”
“Get her naked today. I need to see this.”
“All day long, Byron. Just praise her and be supportive of her need to be Sydney Neal.” His cell ringing Eric froze long enough to look at the caller. “This is Syd now! Morning Sunshine! You’re at the backdoor now? You’re early it’s only 9:30. Okay! Stand by the door and we’ll buzz you in. There’s an elevator to the right, hop in and hit the roof. See you in five!”
Byron leaped from his seat and hurried to the callbox to unlock the back door for her. Seeing her on a camera he whistled out loud. “She’s wearing one of those short kimono robes with her hair in a ponytail.”
As she entered Byron returned to the sitting area and sat down to look relaxed and in charge. Eric remained in his seat as well until they heard the elevator ping and the door opening. Stepping in Sydney held her robe together but playfully stared with those big beautiful blue eyes.
“Welcome! Join us, Miss Sweeney!” Byron motioned her in with a baritone voice. His tone gave her goosebumps. “Might I compliment you on your attire?”
“Please do! Oh, I misplaced the sash to hold it together.” She then whipped her ponytail about. The sash was used to pin her hair up. Sneaky whore! Both men laughed and applauded her creativity. Shuffling down into the sunken living room Syd swooped in and kissed Eric on the cheek. Eying Byron she chose to do one better and move between his knees and crawl in to straddle his lap.
“Hello, Byron!”
“Hello yourself! You are breathtaking in person.”
“So, I hear!” She hopped over his sizeable inseam without fear of him resisting. She played upon what Eric mentioned about Mister Banks lusting over her. She had him eating out of her hands without even trying. He did claim a hand and kissed it.
“Enchante!”
“I speak French too!” She wagged her tongue at him then leaned in to kiss him, her tongue and his mingling. Her hands abandoning her robe Byron set out to risk everything and guided it from her body. Eric in reaction reached over to steal it away entirely. Sydney Sweeney was naked and never happier.
“Okay, you two! Break it up! Nice entrance!”
“I told you, Eric. I’m keeping in character. Ethan Masters would have me do this to his father Dominic.”
“Was that in the script?” Byron chuckled with a puzzled look!
“Not yet!” She took his monstrous hands and lured them up to squeeze her breasts. “Your hands are larger than my bra cups.”
“The better to incapacitate you my dear.”
“Maybe Byron here should audition for the role of Jake.”
“I’m afraid Jake is not African American! We are not changing the script just to alter race.”
“I’m afraid my job would not allow that. Perhaps an evening just you and I here soon?”
“Eric has my number.” Crawling off of Byron she moved in between he and Eric and sat back rubbing her clit. “Staying in character.”
“By all means!” Byron caved like an avalanche! “Whatever you want to change in the script make it happen.”
“See how easy that is.” She razzed Eric! “See how easy I am?”
“We WILL take advantage of that quality, Miss Sweeney.” She sat forward and reached over to place her palm onto Byron’s tented inseam.
“Are you ... is this...”
“A foot long? 12.2!”
“I’m free tonight!”
“I wish I was.” Byron growled! “MBA tickets! I’m taking my son. It’s my weekend with the boy. Raincheck?”
“Of horse, of course!” She giggled! “I had a few glasses of wine before my bodyguard dropped me off.” Using her fingers she expressed four glasses, then playfully added a thumb. She was giddy as all get out.
“Nerves over auditions today?”
“Not even one.” She beguiled Byron! “I trust what happens in Vegas lays in Vegas?”
“I always wondered what you were like in person.”
“I hide my true self well. I do like letting my inner whore out to play though.”
“Perfect casting, Brannon!”
“You don’t object to my helping the auditions along, do you?”
“Not at all! I’m certain this will weed out those that can’t make the grade as Maximillion.”
“In that case can we get started?” Eric stood up ready with his cell, ready to call Phil his casting director downstairs. “Tie that robe up for now.” He tossed it at her! “It can come off after I set our actors straight.”
“Party pooper!”
She sent her toes rising to rub them along Eric’s dramatic crotch terrain. Tipsy as hell! Just the way she liked it. While Eric made his call Byron offered her more wine. Beguiling him again with puppy dog eyes and a nibbled lower lip she followed the behemoth of a man to a wet bar.
As he opened a chilled Rose and poured it Sydney looked toward Eric who seemed busy. This gave her time to tease Byron further. Behind the bar she again ran the flatness of her palm along his girth, exploring just how thick and lengthy he was. Her eyes staring up at him with neediness had him growing even tighter behind his slacks.
At the base of his cock, she conformed her fingers around his scrotum. “I bet this contains a much older vintage.” Void of expression Byron also eyed Eric on the phone before taking her glass away and resting it on the bar. At 6’8 to her meager 5’3 he picked her up by her waist and lured her high enough to meet him face to face.
“Ever been with a bull?”
“No! But I know a China shop you might like to run rampant through.” Sydney then kissed him with passion. Eric now done with his phone call turned to witness their romantic moment. Watching he just shook his head.
“In character my ass! Syd can’t help herself.”
The stairwell door opening in walked Peter Biggs and their cameraman Phil. Behind them followed actor after actor. Ten for the time being as requested by Eric to keep the chaos limited. Just like the Ethan audition at the cafe he knew too many might get out of control.
Sensing infiltration Byron forced Sydney from their kiss and sat her feet back down on the floor, rotating her with her back to him. Regaining her composure she instantly heard the actors chatter about saying, “That’s Sydney Sweeney. What’s she doing here?” Taking a healthy drink of her wine, she sat it back down and fluttered her fingers at the gathering.
“Hi! That’s me! You boys are the second to know I’m Sydney Neal in Eric’s movie. You all get to test for chemistry with me. I’m a little tipsy so I might really get into this, I hope you don’t mind.”
Byron behind her squeezed her shoulders offering a strong massage. Her reaction was to roll her eyes up and part her lips with a vivid moan. “My masseuse will whip me into shape.” None of them had any idea who Byron Banks was. Only Pete and Phil who kept that to themselves.
Unable to see her lower body Syd swept her robe’s hem higher and pressed her bare bottom into Byron’s concealed erection. “Mm! That feels wonderful my handsome bull.” That it did, for Byron as well! Only he heard her comment.
Running interference for the time being Eric waved the actors further into the penthouse giving Syd and Byron privacy. Sitting the ten actors at a long dining table he explained the role of Maximillion and got to know the actors a bit better.
While given their moment Byron whipped Syd back around to face him and surrounded her neck with both gigantic hands. Choking her he leaned in and stared her in the eyes coldly. “I need you to straighten up. I’ll give you what you want after the Jake casting in a few days. For today, this is Max and Sydney Neal bonding. This movie is our future, Miss Sweeney. I need you to make us both very, very wealthy.”
“That’s my plan. I just struggle to control myself after a few too many drinks. You excite me, Byron. I want that foot... 12.2!”
“It wants you too. Time and place for everything. Right this minute, you sober your sexy ass up and show us what you’ve got. If you’re as good of an actress as you let on, then give those gents out there a reason to put on their best Maximillion.”
“You really don’t know me yet.” She flipped her tongue out at him. “Wait until the red-carpet grand opening. I plan on wearing only a bondage harness and letting the Master’s brothers drag me in with three leashes. Tell me that won’t get the attention of every man in the world.”
“Very nice! I look forward to that. Now tie that robe up, go greet the actors and follow Brannon’s directions.” Sash around her waist Syd tightened it up and finished off her wine in one swallow. She then ignored Byron and walked away, kicking off her heels and leaving them behind.
Out in the dining area the actors were allowed questions before the actual acting began. Pointing to each, some stupid questions were fielded until landing on a handsome man in glasses that looked somewhat like a professor. Not a bad look in Eric’s mind! Max was the genius nerd of the three brothers. “What’s on your mind, Professor?” That made the man grin at Eric.
“First off, I’m a big fan of your Indy work. Secondly, I do have a master’s degree in science. I figured with a character that fit’s me, also named, Master’s, this could be a change in my diet so to speak.”
“Go on!”
“I’m curious about just how in depth these scenes will go. I’m not opposed to anything; I just want a bit more clarification as to what you expect of us. Mister Biggs mentioned nudity today during these test screenings. I wouldn’t be here if I were against that. I think I speak for everyone here by sticking around.”
Sneaking up behind the man Sydney used her index finger to silence those that saw her enter. She surrounded the professor’s neckline with her chest rubbing along his shoulders. With a whisper she looked at Eric during her chat.
“You are expected to ravish Sydney Neal with every ounce of passion you can muster.” The man smiled at her as she kissed his cheek. “Can you do that using me as inspiration, Professor?”
“It would be an honor, Miss Sweeney. Are we allowed to speak freely?”
“I allow it.” She shushed Eric with a point and a “Quiet you!” Eric shook his head with a frown and motioned the man to get whatever he had to say off of his chest.
“You smell amazing!”
“The wine on my breath?” She exhaled at him giggling! “Or Armani, Beauty My Way?” All eyes were on her seductive nature.
“Both! If I recall the audition portion for Max, he keeps pouring you wine and getting Sydney Neal drunk.”
“Head start! To let all of you very handsome men know, I’m keeping in character of Sydney Neal so, I began drinking long before I got here today. I hold my alcohol well, but I might really get into the testing with all of you due to it. Eric? They only have a short scene as Max, I say we offer a hint as to what else pertains to the script. May I?”
“Keep it minimal. NDAs were signed but let’s avoid too much info until the movie gets going.”
“Well, there is a portion in it where Sydney ... me ... passes out in bed under Max. Max does not stop making love to me and gets a bit bolder and takes me harder until I revive. I would like to practice that with them Eric. This way we know whomever you cast as Max can switch personas from sweet to relentless like his brothers.”
“Allowed!” Eric took over! “Why don’t we begin here with the dinner table scene. I’ll add this much to the reveal. Max will sit Sydney on top of the table and motion her to crawl toward the center. This group actually fits the script perfectly, including the board room scene with the father Dominic as a guideline. Max tells Sydney to masturbate in the candlelight and envision a table full of dinner guests. She is so drunk she struggles to stop herself. Why don’t we start with Professor Max there seeing as you’ve made friends with him.”
“Kieron Ames! My name!”
“Shall we dance, Kieron?” Easing away he scooted his chair out and turned into her. “This is my dress for today. You can remove it and touch me wherever Max might. Gentlemen? Envision yourselves as Max and find ways that might be different than Kieron here. The NDA means what goes on here, stays here.” Everyone understood! Didn’t care but understood! “Good! Peter? That one!” She pointed at Biggs giggling! “Do we have music fitting the scene?”
“I always have my CD player on me.” Pete had it handy, as Phil stood ready to film at Eric’s mood. In the doorway of the dining area Byron Banks lowered retracting blinds to bring on darkness. Candles already lit, the glow was perfectly enhancing the atmosphere. Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji began. In ready Eric called ACTION!
Kissing began with sensual promise, from lips to neck to Kieron sucking on her earlobe. After a very steamy attraction he untied her robe and delicately slipped it from her shoulders and off of her body. Standing naked holding her, they danced divinely as lovers totally invested in one another. A few seconds later Sydney followed her own script and unbuttoned his shirt, guiding it out from under his waistline until off and onto the floor as he had done her. She then knelt a bit and kissed his chest, her tongue entering the fray to lick his pecs. Kieron was swooning but keeping a straight face.
Kissing her way downward over his abdomen she began unfastening his belt then his pants. Tugging them down over his tight briefs she rolled her cheek along the definition of his seven-inch cock. The males at the table were gripping their inseams. Eric was tempted to call “Cut” but held out a while longer. Byron pausing Eric made him shut up.
Shoes removed and his pants stepped out of, Syd swept them away and returned to his briefs. Applying her tongue to the cotton material she licked the entire length of it before using her teeth to latch onto the elastic waistband. Tugging it downward Kieron’s tip popped free. Eyes sparkling, she brought her hands up to help lure the underwear down to his feet. Once achieved he stepped out of them and kicked them away on his own. Hands clutching her face on both sides he spoke as Maximillion for the first time.
“Do you need me?”
“Yes! More than life!”
“More than my brothers?”
“All of you equally.” That had the actors grinning! “I have no choice, Max. You know this. I am owned by each of you in different ways. Love me, Max! Give me what your brothers do not offer.” Cheesy now that she said it, she would scrap that dialogue for better with the writer of the movie. “Let me prove to you my passion.”
“You would rather be with Ethan and Jake.”
“All of you, Max! I can barely breath without your individual demands of me.” Drawing her face directly up to his erection he rolled it across her face as she stared up at him without blinking. All he could think about was “Dear God! My dick is in her face.” Kissing his balls had him trembling, then she opened her mouth and swallowed both. Oh, fuck! He could barely recall his lines.
“CUT!” Byron grimaced at Eric for his outburst! Eric did motion for him to relax. He was the Director! Sydney failed to release Kieron’s sack, sucking on it with passion. “I said Cut!” Rolling her eyes at Eric she released Kieron and stood up.
“He always does that!”