Teaching Pearl Diamond

The producer slides Pearl Diamond—blonde, tall, freshly done with an obvious boob job—onto the red leather couch and tells her to open her mouth, spread her legs. Thick, sweet-smelling lube already glistens on Nikky Thorne’s fingers. She coats Pearl’s outer lips, dips two fingers inside, curls them forward until she feels the soft spot that makes Pearl twitch. With her thumb she circles Pearl’s stiff clit in tight, mean loops. Pearl groans, hips rising. Nikky’s other hand works lower. She finds Pearl’s asshole, still pink and reluctant, and begins to press with the same slippery fingers until the ring gives. One slow knuckle at a time she works past the muscle, no ceremony, no mercy. Pearl’s breath catches; the second finger follows without pause. Now both holes are stuffed, dragged open in a rhythm that clicks loudly against the wet skin. The director grips Pearl’s platinum hair, tilts her head back. “Suck,” he tells her, pressing his cock past her glossed lips. She gags once, twice, eyes tearing, and he fucks the roof of her mouth while Nikky’s fists and fingers pound her pussy and ass in perfect time. Pearl’s cunt drips down Nikky’s wrist, splatters against the seat. When she feels the thick vibrator against her swollen clit, she screams around the cock in her throat, and her whole body shakes like the jackrabbit is short-circuiting every nerve ending. Lube-slick cum runs down her thighs as the final test drags her wide open, camera close, juices shining on the fresh pierced nipples that the production company may approve for their catalog tomorrow.