as his sticky smile became wider. However, the woman of the age was little resembling me, as the room, decorated in an ultramodern style, did not resemble the one I needed. Ernie rewound for decency, but all the scenes of this film were shot in the same room.

- Fish Hood, "Collection of wide-open pussies # 7".

- Yes, yes, turn on already.

With this video had to tinker a little longer. After a short screensaver, an open pussy appeared, framed by short hairs, and did not disappear anywhere else. The girl, widely spreading her legs, diligently showed her in front of the camera, and even her own face almost did not appear in the frame. From this perspective, I could only see the couch of an indefinite coloring, on which the actress lay.

“They always take pictures like that,” Ernie explained, starting to rewind slowly.

I could only breathe heavily and watch this movie with him.

• • •

For two hours I looked at this kaleidoscope. The pussy was replaced by a pussy, there were a lot of them, but they were shown in such detail that by the end of the movie I could recognize each of the actresses by her holes, as in the face. And these were their real faces. Annie had plump lips, Alice Christie had a beautiful pubic hair, Supra had three little lips on her lips, and Natalie had it on her clit. But most of all I remember Miyuki: she had such a dark pussy that I doubted whether her only job was to shoot in porn.

I was holding back with all my might, but already on the third of the film my pussy started treacherously. I sat in an underground porno studio, watched porn with the director and flowed like a real bitch. Pleasant heat poured all over my body, and between the legs it was itching so much that I really wanted to run my hand into my wet panties.

Ernie did great. He methodically examined the video, looking for shots with the situation, mysteriously smirked and did not even look at me. And yet I saw his pants bulging.

“Kaye,” I suddenly heard his voice.

- What? I asked, feeling my face burning.

Ernie just tapped the screen.

There the credits began, and the camera showed all the actresses, at the same time capturing the room. The room was extremely similar, but after looking more closely, I found two dozen differences in layout and even more - in fine detail. The law of meanness, not otherwise.

“I love this movie,” said Ernie, looking for a new file. “But, you know,” he suddenly looked at me. - It just does not have enough of your wet pussy with these short hairs and juicy lips.

- You go again?

“It was a compliment,” Ernie puffed out his cheeks.

I didn't answer, but it was ... a nice compliment. He reflected the heat between my legs.

Not enough of my pussy ... For a moment, I even presented my own pussy on the screen: with plump lips, swollen clit, glistening with juice and wide open, with neat green pubic hairs. From such a spectacle would certainly take your breath away.

For a moment I wondered how Ernie imagined this picture. He now and then released vulgar comments about my pussy, and, although he had never seen her, he was almost right every time. Did he know exactly how she looked? Maybe a rich imagination prompted him?

Hardly. I occasionally visited this store: I came for rare films, or for information about the girls who acted in them.He continually pawed me, and, apparently, he had even more experience in that. I did not attach any special significance to this, but he could notice something and make up his own idea of ​​my secret places.

- If you want, I will recommend you to this studio, - interrupting my reflections, he muttered in the same offense.

I was excited, very excited, and at that moment I most wanted to say "Yes." However, I already had affairs above the roof, and it would not lead to anything good.

“Thank you, Ernie,” I smiled patiently. - I will think over your offer, but next time.

- As you say.

He pointed to the next file.

• • •

Another couple of hours went by watching porn of all kinds of Mile studios. There were a lot of them, and very soon I got confused in the names. But, fortunately, most films did not aspire to originality, and the interiors were perfectly visible on rewind.

Negros fucked blondes, girls rubbed pussies and fucked each other with strap-ons, several girls sucked one member, several members took turns fucking one “mommy”. All this happened anywhere: in luxurious and not very apartments, in mansions, on ruins, in underground parking lots. Most of the scenes took place right in the interiors of the studios, and naked girls walked around with vibrators among cameras, spotlights and computers, making it difficult for people to work. And so on without end.

Every now and then my mind clouded another scene, and, as luck would have it, Ernie stopped rewinding and, grinning, gave me a good look at it. At some point, he again began to make comments and it became harder for me to ignore them.

The girls on the screen showed their breasts in detail.

- Does he call it a boob movie? You would have shut them all in one sash! - he was indignant.

The maid was fucked by a gardener.

“Look how puffy your lips are, just like yours,” he said.

A dozen strong men fucked two girls.

- They together barely cope. So I see you in their place and twice as many members! - he winked.

Two lesbians stood on all fours ass to ass and fucked long dildo.

- I bet you fuck every time! - he guessed.

The girl with green hair fucked a really huge cock.

- Look how nice the green hairs look around the thick dick. It’s a pity you don’t want to show it, ”he complained.

My head was spinning from the hellish mixture of what is happening on the screen, its comments and where they were pronounced. My face was burning with excitement, my body was overwhelmed with heat, and the desperately itchy pussy was so wet that I was afraid of clothes.

I was never embarrassed by porn in itself, as indecent comments were indifferent, but now everything was different. I watched porn in the basement, where this porn is shot, with the man who does this porn, and this man looked at me not at all like any other man in a similar situation. I was in front of him in casual clothes, but he imagined me naked: in full or in sexy lingerie. He knew exactly how I would look on the screen, and he had already thought about how best to present me to an unknown viewer.

I was just a few meters away from the place where another porn star was fucked in front of the camera yesterday, and I felt that if everything went on like this, I would not hold back.

But everything went on and on: porn, jokes and oozing pussy. And when despair finally overwhelmed me, Ernie opened an unremarkable film, rewound the screensaver, and a cosplayer in a maid uniform standing in the middle of that very room appeared before the heavy music.

- Droid Style! - snapped fingers Ernie. - Now it is clear! Who else can take on this video, if not cosplay studio?

“I could have guessed right away,” I mumbled, feeling rescued.

“Sorry, but fake Mitsuna Neku is too cool to be cosplay.” You would not have called a movie cosplay, where the ass of your twin fry a few men.

“Technically ...” I said in a shaky voice, but Ernie did not let up.

- Drop it.Now, if the actress was not like you, but would have dyed her hair green, would make some characteristic costume and would try to fuck like you ... Well, I don’t know, I would blow my ass and greedily suck on a man waiting for her turn would moan: “I love members so much! Give me more members! ”Then it would be a cosplay. And so ...

“Damn it, Ernie, will you ever calm down?” - I could not stand it.

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