Our mouths collided in a kiss that was less about the script and more about a raw, mutual hunger. It was deep and possessive, our tongues tangling with a desperate heat that tasted of salt and adrenaline. I could feel the scorching warmth of her breath against my skin, her soft moans vibrating directly into my throat.

​As we kissed, my hands moved with a mind of their own, finding the heavy, slick weight of her breasts. I kneaded them firmly, feeling the incredible contrast between her soft skin and the hard, pebble-like peaks of her nipples. Yolanda let out a muffled whimper into my mouth, her hands frantically roaming over my muscular chest and down my abs, tracing every line of definition until her fingers wrapped around my throbbing, still-erect cock.

​The moment her hand closed around me, a jolt of electricity shot up my spine. She began to rub the length with a slow, rhythmic squeeze, her palm slick with the remnants of the first round.

​I didn't let her have all the fun. I slid my free hand down, my fingers navigating the wet, swollen landscape of her pussy. I found her center—drenched and pulsing—and began to work her with a steady, driving pressure. Yolanda's hips bucked instinctively, her body arching off the charcoal silk as she tried to pull me even closer.

​I cupped her cheek with my other hand, my thumb stroking her jawline as I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. We were a tangle of limbs and heat, the sound of our heavy breathing and the wet rhythm of our hands filling the room.

​My sex drive was roaring in my chest; I felt stronger, harder, and more dominant than I had at the start of the shoot.

I broke the kiss just enough to look her in the eyes, my hand still cupping her cheek. I shifted my weight, positioning myself at the entrance of her soaking, pink heat. She was trembling beneath me, her breath hitching in anticipation.

​"Watch me, Yolanda," I whispered, my voice thick with the authority of the Infinite Engine.

​I didn't lunge. I didn't rush. I began to push into her with agonizing slowness, inch by grueling inch. I watched her face contort—her eyes rolling back, her lips parting in a silent scream as her body was forced to accommodate my full, unyielding length. Because I was still at maximum hardness, the sensation for her was clearly overwhelming. I could feel her internal muscles spasming, clenching around me as if trying to pull more of me inside.

​"Oh... God... Druski," she gasped, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "You're... you're so big. You're filling me up completely... I can feel every bit of you."

​I buried myself deep until our pelvises collided with a wet thud, staying there for a moment to let her feel the sheer weight of me. I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear as I began to pull out—just as slowly—before driving back in with the same rhythmic, soul-crushing deliberation. Each stroke was a masterclass in tension, the camera capturing the way her stomach muscles rippled and her heavy breasts swayed with the slow-motion impact.

I grabbed her ankles and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, opening her up completely. Without a moment's hesitation, I drove into her with a powerful, singular thrust. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, and she let out a loud, uninhibited moan that echoed off the high ceilings of the brownstone. Her hands flew to my stomach, her nails grazing my abs as she felt the raw power of my thrusts.

​"Yes! Fuck me, Druski! You're so deep... you're hitting everything!" she hissed, her dirty talk becoming a frantic stream of praise and desperation.

​"We're not done yet," I grunted. I pulled out, the wet sound of our separation filling the silence between the camera clicks. "Get on your side. Face the lens. I want everyone to see exactly how you look when I'm taking you."

​Yolanda's eyes widened, a predatory sparkle in them. She whispered, "Oh my god... that's my favorite position. You really are a natural."

​She rolled onto her side, her hip curving upward like a mountain range of mahogany silk. I lay down behind her, pulling her back flush against my chest. I started with slow, deep thrusts, feeling the incredible friction of her tight, seasoned walls.

​Yolanda twisted her torso back, her neck arching as our mouths met in another passionate, messy kiss. Her tongue fought mine while I drove into her from behind, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin providing the perfect soundtrack for the scene. While we were locked in the kiss, she reached down, her fingers finding the upper part of her pussy. She began to rub her clitoris with a frantic, circular motion, her own hand working in perfect sync with my deep, punishing thrusts.

Every time I hit her, she let out a broken little whimper into my mouth, her body vibrating with a series of mini-orgasms that just kept coming. I was no longer just an actor; I was a force of nature, rewriting the rules of the industry in a single afternoon.

​"Look at the camera, Yolanda," I whispered against her lips, my hand moving to grip her hip and pull her even tighter against me. "Tell them whose you are."

​"I'm yours..." she choked out, her eyes fixed on the lens. "I'm Druski's... oh god, more!"

The moment her body stiffened, it was like a dam breaking. A warm, frantic spray of her juices hit my thighs and the silk sheets, a physical manifestation of her total surrender. Yolanda let out a long, high-pitched keening sound as her muscles bucked in a violent, uncontrollable shutter.

As she caught her breath, she didn't pull away. Instead, she turned her head, looking at me with a raw, primal hunger that had completely stripped away the "Authoritative" persona.

​"Druski... please," she rasped, her voice trembling. "I need to feel you from the back. Give me everything you've got. Make me forget my own name."

​She crawled to the center of the bed, her mahogany skin glistening with sweat and water under the studio lights. She dropped onto her elbows, arching her back until her spine was a deep curve. Her huge, heavy ass was flared out toward me, a masterpiece of mature curves that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

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