”What are you doing? I’m trying to make dinner.”“Shhh, don’t talk,” I whisper.I press my face into her neck, just below her ear, and breat...e in her heavenly scent. It fills my nostrils and makes my heart beat even faster. My hands go to her waist, then slowly glide up her sides until my fingers are just under her ample breasts. They gently caress the bottom of her breasts as I hear her gasp. I cup them in my hands, feeling the weight and firmness.I slowly move my hands down along her hips and. We started skipping breaks with the crew just to sit alone in our production area. Then one day, while we were on break, she asked me via text "Truth or Dare?". Initially, I chose truth and she asked a question, I answered, then responded with a similar question. I then told her I was going to return to our production area. Shortly after, she arrived. We were standing in a fairly concealed location when she again asked truth or dare. This time, feeling adventurous, I said "Dare!". The words. An involuntary "Hey!" escaped her lips. One of the hands clamped down over her mouth."Shut up. Whores don't talk." The other hand clamped down on her right breast and squeezed hard. She winced. "You gonna talk again?"Monica shook her head as much as the hand on her mouth would let her.She heard the metallic ring of a blade drawn from the utensil drawer next to her hips. She felt cold steel for the second time as the blade grazed her stomach. She winced again, not sure what to expect."Whores. She poked her ass into the air and wiggled it, as though challenging him to make good his threat.To her surprise, he swung around and grabbed her ass. A movement that sent at least four inches of his now rigid cock shafting into the humid harbor of her mouth. Sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils, she accepted the ponderous burden and lavished it with a flurry of lapping licks.However, he had no intention of punishing her rounded buttocks. He surprised her again by throwing one of her.