I kissed her neck. “Good morning.”Amelia wiggled her bum, an altogether sensual move. “Morning, Mike,” she whispered.My erection throbbed rhyt...mically, thick, rigid. Amelia moved slightly, a little hunch, buttocks flexing, the sensation amazing, with her hand pressing my shaft tight against her pussy. She moved again. It felt like we were actually making love, so arousing. I responded, a gentle press forward, the tip of my erection pressing into her palm, and eased back, a silent sign of my. They were usually easily discouraged with her patented glare, when they realised she wouldn’t swoon for them and was beyond easy conquest. No, it wasn’t ‘a real man’ in the cliché sense of the expression that she was after. She’d settle if the man was a real person. But there was nothing to be found as she made made her round of unspoken challenges, one after the other. Every stare was broken by an uncomfortable evasion. A vast emptiness of characterless masks was all that met her. Not a steady. Like that was some sort of cue, John began fucking me in earnest. I couldn't stop cumming. I felt like I had no control of my body. Without warning or taking himself out of me, John quickly and smoothly moved us so that I was on top in a reverse cowgirl position. “Okay, Erin - time to ride that beast,” the director shouted. Barely conscious, I looked over at Nick and saw that he was now in a similar position - that production assistant had mounted him in the seat and was slowly riding his. UHUH...MMMMMM...I can't take this...please ssssstttttooooppppp. Brad just moaned and slid his monstrous penis back and forth filling my rectum and anal canal with his ginormous sex tool. Brad new what he was doing as he worked my butt. Brad started to whisper in my ear and kiss and suck my ear lobe, occasionally inserting his tongue into my ear. 'Damn, David, them boys were sure right, your ass is the tightest I've ever had.' He would kiss my lips and lick my tears saying 'tears so sweet, I.