Page 50 of Double Play

My vision starts to return. Layton is now standing in front of me. His face is covered in my juices and his cock is now out. It’s bigger than I could have ever possibly imagined and is oozing from the tip. It’s not just big, his head is enormous. Is there a helmet on there? That will never fit inside me. He’s standing there jerking it ferociously.

I start to sit up. “Let me do it.”

He pushes me back and manages, “No time. I’m almost there.”

With his free hand, he grabs my torn panties and brings them to his nose. He inhales deeply, grunts loudly, and thencomes all over my stomach. It’s no ordinary load. Long, hot, white streaks cover me, pooling in my belly button.

His motions gradually come to a stop. He’s breathing heavily. He looks down at my exposed, come-covered body with heavily lidded eyes. “So fucking hot with my come all over you. They should take a picture ofthat.”

I’m at a loss for words.

He runs his finger through his come and holds it out in offering. I open my mouth and he slides that finger in. Sealing my lips around it, I look him in the eyes and suck every last drop of the salty, manly essence he’s offering.

He pulls his finger out. I assume he’s going to grab something to clean me, but instead he rubs his come into my skin like it’s lotion. And I let him because I want it all over me.

His eyes stay focused on the motions of his hand rubbing me. “You’ll be covered in me all day. Marked by me. Mine.”

As a feminist, I feel like I should be offended by that statement, but instead, I’m wildly turned on. No man has ever spoken to me like that and I’m here for it.

I can’t help but sit up and run my fingers through my sensitive and fully saturated pussy. I then rub my come all over his stomach. Looking at him in challenge, I say, “And you’ll be covered in me. Marked by me. Mine.”

His lids are heavy as he smells his fingers, rubbing them just under his nose. “I wear it proudly.”

We need to leave right now and have sex. I may have just had a monster orgasm, but I need more of him.Muchmore.

We hear movement outside and both of our shoulders drop realizing that we’re not going anywhere right now. We have hours left of shooting.

He sighs and holds out his hand for me. “Shall we continue?”

I hold up my torn panties. “I can’t go out there like this.”

He gives a mischievous, guilty look, one that tells me he’s not sorry at all. “Whoops.”

There’s another knock at the door. We hear Raphael’s voice. “It sounds like you’re done. It’s showtime. The second act starts now.”

I tell Layton, “There’s another set of underwear in my dressing room.”

He pulls up his boxers and walks over to the door. Opening it slightly so that Raphael can’t see me, I hear him say, “Can you run to Arizona’s dressing room and grab the other set of undergarments? We umm…misplaced hers.”

I hear Raphael cackle. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

After a quick wardrobe change, we begrudgingly head back to the green carpet.

LAYTON

If I thought the sexual tension during the first half of the shoot was off the charts, I was mistaken. Now that each of the rabid beasts has received an appetizer, we’re both that much more ravenous for the main course.

The first part of the shoot was timid, full of soft, tentative, and nervous touches. Now it’s anything but that. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies. We both seem to forget our audience at times. They keep yelling at us about kissing, but I can’t help myself. All I can think about is getting out of here and getting better acquainted with her gorgeous body. I need to touch, kiss, and lick every square inch of her.

I lick around my own face and taste her. I run my fingers under my nose and inhale her scent every chance I get. Her eyes darken every time I do it.

I love that she’s lathered in my come and I’m lathered in hers. It’s our dirty little secret.

I’ve been hard as a rock throughout the entire shoot, but I don’t care. They can edit it out if they need to. I can’t imagine they’ll put my hard dick inSports Illustrated.

She’s got her pussy practically plastered to it anyway, constantly rubbing herself against me. She’s so fucking hot. All the tension of the past few weeks has officially snapped.

I’ve got her pinned to the green screen with her hands above her head. She’s wearing catcher’s leg gear and her legs are wrapped around my body. My face is buried in her breasts, nibbling and sucking her soft skin.

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