​She took control, sitting high on my cock, her body still slick and trembling from her recent climax. She started slowly, an undulating, grinding motion that was intensely sensual. Her eyes were fixed on mine, now devoid of pretense and filled with a raw, triumphant lust.

​The feeling of her tight, wet walls stretching and gripping my cock as she slowly rode up and down was breathtakingly intense. The extreme friction, amplified by the wetness of her squirt, made every millimeter of movement feel electric.

​"This is better, isn't it?" I growled, sliding my hands up her torso. I seized her full, perfect breasts, cupping and kneading them roughly. The firm globes filled my palms, her already hardened nipples standing taut and sensitive between my fingers.

​"Oh, God, yes!" she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure as she accelerated her ride, bouncing lightly on my cock. "I love riding you, Druski! It feels so deep! You're going to break my pussy, aren't you?"

​I squeezed her breasts, causing her to let out a sharp cry of pleasure. "I'm not breaking you, I'm filling you up, little sister. I'm going to overload your system until you can't think of anything but my cock inside you. Look at your tits, bouncing for me!"

​She arched her back, lifting her breasts toward my face as she rode harder, faster. The slow, tantalizing grind had morphed into a powerful, rhythmic bounce. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she was entirely lost in the sensation of riding my hard length.

The slow, seductive grind was long gone, replaced by a fierce, demanding intensity. Willow was riding me with reckless abandon, a piston of raw, youthful desire. Her hips slammed down onto mine, leveraging the full weight of her body with every thrust.

​The feeling was overwhelming: the relentless, aggressive pounding combined with the exquisite tightness of her pussy was tearing every moan from my chest. I threw my head back against the pillow, giving myself over to the pure, physical domination she was exerting.

​"Fuck! Willow, you're destroying me!" I groaned, the words thick and ragged. My hands were planted on her hips, partly to guide her, partly to keep her pinned to the exhilarating friction.

​She was panting now, her face flushed crimson, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstatic effort. "I want to ruin you! I want to feel you explode inside me again! You feel so big, I can feel your balls hitting me! Cum for your little sister!"

​The dirty talk, the sight of her bouncing, glistening body, and the relentless, deep insertion was pushing me rapidly to the edge. The muscles in my abdomen were tightening uncontrollably. My climax was no longer a choice—it was an inevitable, violent release.

Her aggressive, demanding rhythm was the final catalyst. With every frenzied bounce, the pressure inside me built to a violent, unbearable peak. Her words—"I want to ruin you"—were the last coherent thought I registered before the world dissolved into pure, raw sensation.

I seized her hips in a death grip, locking her onto my thickness. A deep, guttural roar tore from my throat as the first, powerful tremors of my orgasm began.

"I'm coming! Right now!" I bellowed, my body arching upward, forcing the final inches of my length deeper into her tight, hot core.

My climax exploded in a series of massive, shuddering convulsions. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum surged from me, pumping deep into the center of her pussy. Her internal muscles gripped my shaft in an ecstatic vice, milking every last drop as I continued to thrust, driven by the involuntary spasms of my core.

She screamed above me, an ecstatic, breathless sound, riding out the sheer force of my eruption. The bed thrashed, the sheets tangled, and the sound of our deep, messy coupling faded only as the last of my powerful release subsided.

I collapsed back onto the pillow, utterly spent, while Willow slowly slumped forward onto my chest, panting heavily, my cock still buried deep inside her slick, satisfied body.

​I lay still, completely spent, feeling the heavy, beautiful weight of Willow collapsing onto my chest. My cock, thick and throbbing, was still buried to the hilt inside her. The room was silent now, broken only by our labored, shaky breaths. The smell of sex, sweat, and cheap perfume hung heavy in the warm air.

​Willow lifted her head slightly, her gaze heavy and satisfied. She reached down, her small hands resting gently on my spent length, feeling the weight of my balls against her thigh.

​"That was amazing, Druski," she whispered, her voice husky and ragged with exhaustion and pleasure. "I told you I wanted your babies."

​"You got them," I managed, my voice thin, lifting a hand to stroke the wet, matted hair at her temple. "Every last one."

​She smiled, a slow, genuine smile that wiped away the character's maliciousness, leaving only the young woman who had just achieved a powerful, dual climax. She then slowly, reluctantly began to slide off my cock, the wet, stretching sound a final, echoing punctuation of our forbidden encounter.

​She rolled off me and collapsed onto the sheets beside me, both of us utterly exhausted and slick with sweat and fluids.

​"CUT!"

​Mr. Holmes' voice finally broke the silence, sharp and triumphant. "That's a wrap on the bedroom sequence! Unbelievable energy, Mr. Hart! Willow, you earned that bonus!"

​"That was fantastic..." Holmes boomed, clapping his hands together once, the sound sharp and authoritative. "You really destroyed Mr. Hart's cock. I doubt if his back wouldn't hurt after the way you milked him."

​Willow giggled, pulling the silk sheet up to cover herself. "I enjoyed riding his cock. He is definitely among the top five guys I have fucked."

​"I'm not number one? Oh, I'm hurt," I said playfully, trying to inject some levity while internally assessing the new level of soreness I was experiencing.

​"There's still a lot of chances to claim the top spot, Mr. Hart," she countered with a suggestive smile.

​"Next time, I'm fucking you mercilessly. I'm going to destroy that tight pussy," I promised, matching her challenging tone.

​"Good. I love a challenge," she said heartily.

​I attempted to get off the bed, but then a sharp, undeniable pain shot through my lower back, forcing a loud groan from my lips.

​"Fuck! I think you broke my fucking back," I complained, holding my side.

​Willow, Mr. Holmes, and the entire camera crew burst into laughter that genuinely rocked the room.

​"Yo, what are y'all laughing at?" I said, slightly annoyed by their complete lack of sympathy for my physical state.

​"That's it. It's a wrap," Holmes announced, wiping a tear from his eye. "Mr. Hart here can't continue. Willow, go and clean yourself. Everyone else, let's pack up the equipment."

​Willow gave me one last playful wink as she slid off the bed and walked out of the room.

​I struggled up to my feet, wincing as I straightened. Mr. Holmes came level with me, his composure instantly returning. "That was good, Mr. Hart. Very good. Will you be able to shoot three more scenes tomorrow?"

​Despite the sharp ache, I knew I couldn't stop now, not with the goal so close. I thought I could manage it, so I nodded curtly at him and started for the door, my back protesting with every step.

​"Mr. Hart..." Mr. Holmes called after me. I turned my head to look at him.

​"We still have a long way to go," he stated, his expression serious, reminding me of the journey ahead.

​I ignored his warning, prioritizing escape and recovery, and got out of the room.

​As the noise of the packing crew faded behind me, my system chimed, the notification overriding the physical pain with a rush of virtual reward.

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​[SYSTEM ALERT]

​[QUEST COMPLETE: SCENE #7 SUCCESS]

​Reward: $1,800 deposited into digital wallet. deposited into digital wallet.

[Stamina]: +2 Point Applied (Current: 9/10)

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​"Three more scenes left," I muttered, focusing entirely on the prize.

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