Her smile widened into a predatory grin. She wasted no time, her hands reaching up to the hem of the tiny, cropped top. With a confident tug, she pulled the fabric up and over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

​The reveal was spectacular. Her breasts were indeed magnificent—full, pale, and perfectly formed, jutting out proudly from her small frame. Her nipples were already dark and hard, standing erect, seemingly in anticipation of my hardness.

The schoolgirl skirt suddenly looked even more scandalous against the backdrop of her exposed womanhood.

​She advanced toward me, her eyes locked on my still-hard, throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees between my legs, but instead of touching me, she gently took my length in both hands and began coating it thoroughly with her warm saliva.

​Once my cock was slick and glistening, she lifted it high, bringing it between her breasts. She squeezed them together tightly, molding the soft, warm flesh around my shaft. The deep canyon she created swallowed the base of my cock, cradling me expertly.

​"Like this?" she purred, her breath hitching slightly as the friction began.

​"Perfect," I groaned, reaching forward to cup the smooth, firm globes from behind.

​She began to move her chest, pumping her breasts up and down my shaft, creating a slick, exhilarating friction. The warmth and softness of her cleavage were overwhelming, and the sight of my cock disappearing and reappearing between her pale, tempting flesh was instantly hypnotic.

She angled her head down, watching her own performance, making sure the camera had the perfect, titillating view.

​"For seven hundred dollars," she breathed, emphasizing the price with a slow, powerful thrust of her chest, "I'll make sure you remember my tits, and my name, forever."

The friction was immediate, slick, and incredibly intense. As Willow pumped her magnificent breasts up and down my shaft, she created a suction and heat that was utterly addictive.

The saliva made the process impossibly smooth, yet the tight press of her cleavage ensured that every inch of my hardness was stimulated.

​It felt like being cradled in the warmest, softest velvet, yet simultaneously subjected to a relentless, vigorous assault. I reached out, my fingers sinking into the soft, substantial weight of her breasts, pushing them tighter together, intensifying the pressure on my cock.

​"Faster, Willow! That's it!" I commanded, my voice strained with pleasure.

​She complied instantly, her movements becoming quick and sharp. Her hips started to thrust subtly, driving her chest into my cock with a frenzied, dedicated rhythm. The rhythmic slap of my oiled flesh against her pristine skin was the only sound in the room, mixing with her heavy, rapid breathing.

​My focus narrowed entirely to the spot where my cock was sandwiched between her tits. The feeling was a pure, unadulterated sensation of friction and warmth, stimulating a different, almost primal part of my arousal. Every stroke brought me closer to the edge, the visual stimulation of her perfect, bouncing breasts only amplifying the physical thrill.

​I could feel the familiar, exquisite tightening in my abdomen—the sure sign that I was about to climax again. My grip tightened on her breasts, my thumbs instinctively brushing across her diamond-hard nipples, which felt like tiny, exquisite buttons of pure desire.

​"Oh, fuck... Willow... right there!" I gasped, my head tilting back as the sensation became overwhelming. The pressure was building, electric and centralized, right at the tip of my cock.

​I let out a loud, throaty groan as the climax hit. My body arched forward, and a tremendous, shuddering volume of hot, thick cum erupted from me, jetting high up onto her chest and neck. Her body oil and the warm, creamy fluid mingled on her skin. I kept thrusting deep into her cleavage until the last twitching drop had been wrung out.

​She paused, panting, her breasts slick and dripping with oil and my semen, her eyes wide with a combination of effort and fierce satisfaction. She made no move to clean herself, instead letting the evidence of her successful performance glisten under the lights.

"That... that was fantastic," I applauded, my voice still catching slightly. "I absolutely love your amazing tits, Willow."

​"Wait till you taste my pussy. I assure you that it's addictive," she said with a naughty, confident smile, wiping the remnants of cum and oil from her chest with the back of her hand.

​"I can't wait," I said.

​I then offered her the same deal as the other two girls that had come before her: the $700 introductory rate for the first ten scenes, leading to the potential raise to $5,000, and a small signing advance to confirm her commitment. She eagerly accepted the contract and signed it quickly.

​"You will hear from me soon," I told her as I accompanied her to the door.

​"Don't take too long, Mr. Hart," she said, winking as she stepped out.

​I had expected to see more girls outside, but to my disappointment, it seemed like she had been the last.

​"Well, it was a damn productive day. What more can I ask for?" I muttered, left alone in the building.

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​I had secured three core models—Dickslayer, Yolanda, and Willow—which means I now had four including Sasha. My initial roster was full, ready to begin the volume push.

​I checked the time. I decided I had just enough energy to squeeze in a quick session at the gym, since I had skipped the morning session.

​I grabbed my jacket, switched off the lights, and headed out of the building, expecting to see Two-bit's usual beat-up sedan parked nearby. But his car wasn't there. It had been replaced by a familiar black Cadillac Escalade, sleek and massive, idling silently directly outside the warehouse door.

Abigail slowly rolled down the tinted window. She wore dark shades, and the end of a thin, elegant cigarette glowed red between her fingers. "Hello, pornoman."

​I didn't return her smile. The sight of her—immediately signaled trouble of a different, more personal nature. "Where the fuck's Two-bit?"

​"I told him to take a day off," she purred, taking a drag. "Now get in the car, Druski. There's somewhere you should be."

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