The blue-tinted lights caught the sheen of sweat on our skin, turning the scene into a high-budget masterpiece of shadows and curves.

​Jess draped herself across the far end of the leather couch. She lay back with her legs spread wide, her body a map of surgical perfection and raw invitation. Her heavy, round breasts were pushed up by her position, the skin stretched tight over the implants, topped with firm, dark nipples that stood out like twin exclamation points. Between her thighs, her pussy was a deep, swollen pink, glistening under the studio lights with a mix of her own arousal and the remnants of the previous act.

​Sasha moved in like a predator. She crawled between Jess's legs, her body arching into a deep curve as she lowered her face to Jess's heat. From my vantage point, the view was incredible. Bending over toward me, Sasha's backside was front and center—two pale, firm globes of her ass cheeks spread wide by her stance. Her own pussy was visible from behind, a tight, wet slit that winked at me as she rhythmically licked and teased Jess.

​"Don't just watch her, Hart," Lana's voice hissed from the darkness. "Take her."

​I reached down and wound my fingers into Sasha's auburn hair, the strands silken but strong as I pulled her head back. She let out a muffled gasp against Jess's thigh. I guided my cock to her entrance, sliding in with a slow, agonizing crawl. I let her feel the full girth, stretching her open, before pulling out just as she started to moan.

​I didn't give her time to breathe. I shifted the head of my cock to her tight, puckered asshole. I pressed in just enough to hear her sharp intake of air—a tiny, shocked whimper—before pulling back out once more, teasing her until she was shaking with a need to be filled.

​Then, I stopped playing.

​I slammed my cock deep into her pussy, the force of the impact making both girls cry out in unison. I buried myself to the hilt, the wet thwack of my hips against her ass echoing through the studio. I began a heavy, grinding rotation, my cock churning inside her slick heat while my free hand came down hard.

​Slap.

​The sound of my palm hitting her pale ass cheek was sharp and rhythmic. I left a red handprint on her skin, and Sasha's moans turned into frantic, desperate screams of pleasure. She gripped Jess's legs for leverage, her body bucking against every thrust.

​"Yes! Look at that color!" Lana shouted, her voice tight with excitement. "Pummel her, Hart! Own them both!"

I didn't let Sasha recover. I pulled out of her with a wet, suctioned pop and shifted my focus to Jess. She was still draped over the couch, her body shimmering with a fine layer of sweat under the blue lights. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

​"Please, Hart," she whimpered, her voice dropping into that low, naughty rasp that hit me like a physical blow. "I want you to take me where Sasha can't. Slide it into my ass... I want to feel how big you are inside my tight little hole."

​The request made my cock thump with a fresh surge of blood. I guided the head to her puckered, rose-gold ring. It felt incredibly tight, a firm, resisting heat that didn't have the natural slickness of her pussy. I pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. I could feel every ridge of her internal muscles clenching around me, trying to accommodate the intrusion. It felt like being encased in hot, pulsing velvet—a grip so intense it threatened to end the scene right then and there.

​"Oh god, Hart... you're stretching me so wide," she gasped, her fingers digging into the leather cushions.

​Once I was buried to the base, I began to thrust. I picked up the pace, the friction generating an intense, searing heat. Jess's dirty talk became a frantic, breathless stream. "Yes! Claim it! Fuck my tight little ass like you own it! I'm your slut, Hart... fill me up!"

​But the "magic" wasn't over. Sasha, fueled by the energy in the room, crawled back onto the couch. She climbed over Jess, positioning herself so they were both stacked in front of me in perfect, inviting doggystyle. From my angle, it was a landscape of pale, arched backs and firm, shaking ass cheeks.

​I began to switch between them with a relentless, rhythmic precision. I would pull out of Jess's tight heat and slam instantly into Sasha's soaking wet pussy, then pull out again to find Jess's entrance once more. They were giggling and whispering filth to each other, their voices a chaotic, intoxicating mix of slurred words and high-pitched moans.

​"Look at us, Jess," Sasha giggled, her head tossing back as I hammered into her. "He's using us like toys... we're just his little studio sluts today."

​"He can do whatever he wants," Jess groaned back, her face buried in the pillows. "He's the boss... fuck us harder, Hart!"

​I looked past their bouncing hips and saw Lana. She was practically vibrating with excitement, her hands gripped on the arms of her chair. And further back, in the dim perimeter of the set, Abigail was a wreck.

She was leaning against a gear crate, her breathing so loud it was almost audible over the girls' moans. She looked like she wanted to run, but her feet were glued to the floor, her gaze trapped on the sight of me rotating between the two of them.

The tension reached a breaking point where the performance and reality finally blurred into one. I could feel the rhythmic, desperate clenching of Jess's internal muscles, a frantic pulse that was begging for the release. My own body was wound like a coiled spring, every nerve ending screaming as the friction and the heat of her tight heat pushed me to the edge.

​"I'm going to fill you up, Jess," I growled, my voice thick and low, barely audible over the hum of the cameras.

​"Yes! Do it! Claim me!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she pushed her hips back against mine, seeking every last inch of me.

​I didn't pull out. I didn't give the cameras the "money shot" they usually demanded. Instead, I drove deep, bottoming out against her pelvis, and let out a guttural roar as I unloaded. The first jet hit like a tidal wave, and I felt the heat of my cum flooding into her, a thick, hot surge that made her entire body go rigid.

​I held her there, my hands locked onto her hips, pinning her to the couch as wave after wave of release pumped into her tight asshole. Jess let out a long, shattered cry that echoed off the high studio ceiling, her muscles convulsing around me in a rhythmic, helpless squeeze. Sasha, still draped over Jess's back, let out a sympathetic moan, her own body shivering as she felt the intensity of my climax vibrating through them both.

​The silence that followed was heavy and electric. I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, my chest heaving against Sasha's back, feeling the slow, rhythmic throb of my pulse inside Jess's body.

​"Cut! And... print," Lana's voice finally broke the silence. It was soft, almost reverent. She stepped out from the shadows, her eyes locked on the three of us as we slowly untangled. "That was... visceral. That was exactly the possession I was looking for."

​I pulled out slowly, the wet, suctioned sound loud in the quiet room. Jess slumped onto the pillows, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face.

​I stood up, my skin glistening under the blue lights, and looked toward the back of the room. Abigail was gone. The spot by the gear crate was empty, but I could still see the faint indentation on the wall where she'd been leaning, a ghostly reminder of the woman I had finally broken without even touching her.

​Lana walked up to me, handing me a towel, her fingers lingering against my hand. "You just changed the game, Hart," she whispered. "Big Mom isn't going to know what hit her when this footage drops."

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