“Sorry, you just always react so funny that I can't resist.”

“Frustrate ...” I grumbled.

My face was covered with a blush, but now I directly felt how it turns red. Suddenly I felt so ashamed that I squeezed my legs with all my might.

“Already at the limit, Miss Detective,” Ernie asked ironically.

I just nodded and stared at the floor.

The director smiled wider, reached for a box and put it in front of me with the same smile.

Inside were black thongs, black stockings with an openwork elastic band and red high heels. All of this was composed extremely carelessly, as if lying from previous shootings. I took out the thongs, but they did not look as if someone had worn them.

“There is no bra,” I said.

- I say, such a chest like yours, you can not hide.

- hide?

I already knew what would happen now, but the question burst out by itself.

Ernie nodded at the cameras and said:

- Show yourself.

• • •

I was lying on a thick, hard enough mattress in the middle of the studio, and from the bottom everything looked different from before. There were soffits around, the light from which seemed to obscure the studio premises with fog. The only thing I saw from here was a gray ceiling with long dried out smudges, two cameras on tripods and Ernie walking around me with a third one.

From the speakers, standing somewhere on the table, thundered unhurried heavy. Ernie called it “music for the mood,” and I felt every note of this music with my own body.

Lying on my back, I was almost naked. My chest was not covered by anything, and was perfectly visible on every cell. Black thongs hardly hid pubic hairs, black stockings perfectly depicted my long, slightly bent legs at the knees, and red shoes perfectly emphasized how far I spread them.

My pussy was burning and flowing even more than when I was watching porn, and only a small piece of thin fabric covered her from the cold looks of the three lenses.

I was still ashamed that I could not even smile. I was in full view of these cameras, and they shot every move I made, every moment I spent in such a frank way. But at the same time incredible excitement overwhelmed me. Cameras stared intently at my body, and my body was pierced by a shiver.

Giving them a good look at me, I picked up my legs higher and hesitantly put my hand on my panties. Finger touched the clitoris, and I involuntarily shuddered. Even before I realized what was going on, my fingers slid over the drenched fabric of the strings and frantically fingered the clitoris.

I waited for it so long that I could not stop anymore. My fingers slid over the panties, caressing the clitoris, the swollen lips. The black fabric seemed to tease the camera, exposing its tender flesh over and over again. My breathing went down, and the sweet moans were increasingly coming out of my chest.

Panties definitely messed with me. In one motion, sliding them, I bared my pussy and ran my fingers over my lips. This did not escape Ernie’s attention, and the camera froze in front of him. I really did not want to stop, but now I could not help but show myself. Fingers spreading lips, I fully opened the camera.

Ernie licked his lips. He perfectly saw my lips, my swollen clit, the vaginal hole and the juice that covered my flesh. I must have finally darkened there, as if I hadn’t taken my hands out of the panties since the very arrival in the store.

Breathing hard, I stretched my lips even wider, and Ernie smiled particularly sticky. Surely it looked very ugly - the director's smile left no doubt. He was looking at my dark pussy and mentally already fucked her.

His smile was so dirty that he literally raped me with it. "Nasty smile" - I would have said just an hour ago, but not now. The longer he looked at me with that smile, the stronger my body burned.

No longer able to hold back, I let go of the sponge and again began to caress the clitoris. With my fingertips, I quickly slid over the swollen tubercle and almost cried out with every movement.

But that was not enough for me. In my vagina was desperately empty, and the fingers, a moment ago tickled the clitoris, slipped by themselves to it. The sob, with which they plunged into my hole, seems to have drowned out even the music. I cried out sweetly, feeling like they were stretching me there, and started to move.

I did not caress myself. I moved my vagina so forcefully and quickly with my fingers that I literally fucked myself with them. First two, then they became few, and a third joined them. They then plunged into the depths, they almost left the tense hole. Sliding up and down, they with a loud squish stretched the rough walls, and the palm now and then touched the clitoris.

With the other hand, I hurt my chest, and the camera on the right recorded every move I made. So I was squeezing myself with a full hand, so I started to delay and twist my nipple, but I shook my chest to tease the device.

A fever swept over me. I was in the underground porn studio. In the light of the spotlights, I was lying on a thick mattress and selflessly masturbating. An hour ago, I would never have dared to do this, and now, with every movement of my fingers, I became more and more a porn heroine. And the awareness of this increasingly excited me.

My appetites grew. Not understanding what I was doing, I grabbed a vibrator prepared by Ernie and, even without turning it on, I began to have the strength to fuck myself with them. Cold silver metal could not cool my passion, and as soon as the toy slipped in my pussy, I groaned with a full breast.

Thick toy, carving wet sounds, desperately tormented my vagina. At one point, a thin strip of cloth thong caught on the vibrator, but I quickly got rid of it. Even without taking out the toys, I defiantly folded my legs and slowly lowered the panties on them, fiddling with my shoes at the end. Then she spread her legs wide again and threw a wet through piece of cloth in front of her.

Ernie got distracted by a thong. The camera eagerly filmed them, as if trying to show my juice on delicate fabric in detail. The director came very close, trying to catch the best angle, and then suddenly turned the lens on me.

It seems that I turned red - even after the experienced shame did not go anywhere. But the lust was stronger, and, realizing that the camera captured my close-up pussy, I again took up the vibrator.

It was a great toy, but soon it left me. Moaning loudly, I slowly pulled out a vibrator, lifted it to my mouth and immediately wrapped my lips around it. Sucking hot metal, I felt my love juice on it. And when the vibrator left my mouth, I began to lick it up as badly as possible, trying not to leave a drop of juice on it.

As Ernie said, I had to use every toy. Therefore, putting one vibrator, I took the other.

This one was trickier. Covered with silicone, it looked like a fat dick with a nice head. At the base were two strands of "pearl", a separate process for the clitoris, similar to a vibro-egg, and a comfortable handle with a remote control. I loved such vibrators for many nice features, but now his appointment was one thing - to fill the void in my pussy.

Having immersed the toy in myself, I immediately turned it on to the maximum. The vibrator buzzed, the dick started to rock, writing pirouettes in my wet vagina, pearls tickled at the very entrance, and the egg made my clitoris so delighted that I flinched all over, frantically arching my back.

Listening to music and buzzing, fast movements I fucked myself.I felt so good that I almost forgot about the cameras. I moaned, squirmed, spread my legs as far as I could, picking them up all the time, but did not stop caressing myself.

For the cunning vibrator went banal egg with remote control. But as soon as I pressed it to the desperately itchy clitoris, the emptiness in the vagina faded into the background.

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