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Assistant: Title: pornstar
        Author: orphan_account orphan_account 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “a movie? what’s it about?” “i ain’t allowed to say.”
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              “a movie? what’s it about?” “i ain’t allowed to say.”
            
        

        
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      OMGGG this was such a good idea tbh but i dont think i did it that much justice… it does have a pretty good plot imo so that makes up for it!!
    

    
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          you and your friends were looking for a farm nearby to film a p@rn movie, and yes, there was many farms around you, you’re in the south for god sake— but none of them seemed to be up to johnny’s standards. he was the director of the movie and he was so annoying. he seemed to get on your every nerve, and you only assumed he was doing it on purpose at this point.  he always had this awful look to him that he thought was s@xy, his pompadour always looked flat and uneven, teeth yellowing from the fact that he’s been only drinking caffeine for the past few weeks and rarely brushing his teeth, and if he does, he doesn’t use toothpaste. he uses his god awful cologne to mask his horrific scent and you would argue it only made it worse. sometimes he would even flirt with you, which you merely scoffed at, you’d filmed a few of these movies with johnny and he knew you well enough to not be the type of girl that liked bad flirts, and he was one.  “what’re you spacin’ out for, girly?” johnny’s ring of voice trimmed through your thoughts, and made you shoot him a faint glare disguised as confusion. you didn’t want to get fired, you liked your job, having s@x as a job? you couldn’t ask for anything better. and there was hardly any filmmakers around, everyone around you all was religious, and they hated what you guys did.  “we’ve been on the road for hours, johnny, let her get her time,” dolly chimes in, backing you up— and you smiled at her, which she returned with a wink. dolly was another one of the girls who was going to be starring in this film, she was real pretty, and real sweet. she looked like the type of girl you’d see at a diner and think is real innocent, but she wasn’t, she loved s@x as much as you did— and you’d be a liar to say her moans weren’t gorgeous, no wonder she had her name plastered on a few other movies as well.  “speaking of bein’ on the road, when the hell are we gettin’ at this presley farms?” peter chimed in, he was dolly’s boyfriend, and he was also real sweet— dolly and him were a perfect match, you had hoped to find a man like peter. he was timid at times, shy on certain topics, but he was one hell of a man, especially in bed.  you looked at johnny who had a sh@t eating grin that made you want to slap the cowboy hat off his head, “just another minute or so, god d@mn, y’all are impatient.” he teased, and you rolled your eyes but jeffrey was the first to groan, he was the man with the camera, he filmed every movie, and his girlfriend, lorraine, held the mic.  “‘m startin’ to think there is no presley farms.” you tease, and dolly laughs.  she raises her hand, “i vote on that too.”  all the others raise theirs, besides johnny, and then laugh until he finally pulls in to the so called presley farms. and it was gorgeous, your breath hitches at the sight of it all, and it seems everyone has the same reaction in the way all their heads crane to look out the windows.  “this sure is worth it,” jeffrey laughs, and lorraine agrees with a smile.   meeting the family that owned the farm was real sweet, so sweet it had you suspicious on if they even knew what you all were doing here. it seemed to be owned by an old couple, who introduced themselves as gladys and vernon presley. you weren’t entirely interested in them aside from a few friendly smiles and greetings, but that had all changed when a young man had opened the door and walked out with a confused look, he was wearing a black lace shirt and some white pants, his hair pushed back into a perfect pompadour, toothbrush stuck in his mouth as he seemed to be mid-way of brushing his teeth, his pink, plump lips circulating around it, and his pale blue eyes eventually meeting yours, and his pupils practically dilate at the sight of you.  he moved to hold the handle of the brush now, brushing his teeth a little more as he makes his way down to eye over all your friends. gladys seemed to notice his presence almost immediately, “oh! these are the people who are gonna be stayin’ over for a lil’ while, bewbie, don’t be shy and introduce yourself!”  it seemed the nickname had made him shy in the way his eyes threatened to roll, “‘m elvis, nice to meet y’all.” he didn’t say much, courtesy to the toothbrush in his mouth and not wanting to spit out saliva mixed toothpaste when he spoke.  your eyes meet his again, and you gave him a small smile, which made him break eye contact almost immediately out of being all nervous.  “why don’t you go on and walk ‘em down to the shack,” gladys gestured with a sweet smile, and elvis nodded.  “c’mon,” he spoke shortly before walking down to where the shack was, it was small, you were worried it wouldn’t fit all of you.  and it seemed your worries became reality when you had all stepped in, and realized there was only one bedroom, with a bed, then two couches. there was obviously other furnitures but you couldn’t sleep on any of them, you bit your lip as lorraine and jeffrey placed quick dibs on the bed, which made everyone groan, then dolly called dibs on the couch for her and peter, you opened your mouth to place dibs on the next couch, but johnny was ahead of you.  you glared at him with a set jaw, “really? no ladies first?”  “oh, c’mon baby, you can share it with me.” he gestures thrusting with a wink, and you make a gagging sound that makes elvis chuckle a little on the side, he was watching you all act like children fighting over places to sleep.  “never in hell would i do that, jesus christ,” you scoff.  “we got a spare room inside the house,” elvis finally chimes in, offering it to you.  dolly lets out a whistle when you nod, your head turns to see her knowing smile, but you only scoff again. he obviously didn’t want to have s@x with you, as handsome as he was, you’re probably not even his type.  “c’mon, i’ll show you.” he moves to the kitchen area in the shack so he could spit out the building wastes of toothpaste in the sink, then wipe his mouth and move past a very visibly jealous johnny to lead you to the spare bedroom in his house.  you follow behind him, grass slapping against your ankles due to your decision to wearing shorts, shorts that were a little too short, you felt unmodest, almost having a regret despite being a p@rnstar but since you were going to be staying in the house that had his parents, and you would have to interact with them definitely more than once, you wanted a good impression.  “so, what’re y’all doin’ down there?” he was the one to start a conversation, and the question makes you tense a little.  “did johnny not tell your parents?” you only assumed they were his parents, but you were probably right in the way that he shook his head.  “doubt it, they would’ve said somethin’ if he did,” he thinks over his words, “he seems like a creeper.”  your eyes widen a little at his honesty, but you were glad someone else was brave enough to say it, “he really is, but it’s all right,” you only say that because you don’t want him going on and telling johnny if you said something else, “we’re just filmin’ a movie.”  “a movie? hm, what’s it about?” he looks over his shoulder at you, and he notices how nervous you look, you aren’t a nervous person typically, but you don’t want to get kicked off the farm if you tell him it’s a p@rn@.  “i ain’t allowed to say,” your brow twitches, “but since you’re so sweet, johnny said it’s a horror movie.”  it was a good excuse, but your tone had been the one to give it away, you were a horrible liar.  “you don’t gotta lie,” he smiled, “i ain’t gonna judge, even if it’s like a horrible comedy movie.”  he was so sweet, your mind ran rampant with your fears and attractions, “only if you promise you won’t tell nobody.”  he whistles, “it’s that bad?“ he teases, “‘m kidding, i promise.”  you suck in a deep breath, “it’s a p@rn@.”  the look he gives you is memorable, it’s shocked, but something in him is aroused by the thought of it all. you bite your lip and lean your head down shyly, “sorry— ‘ts real disgustin’ to do on someone else’s property.”  “nah, nah, it’s all good, doll,” he smiles again, “i said i wasn’t gonna judge, right?”  you smile back at him, “right.”   you had gotten settled into the guest room fast, real fast, it was just so comfortable that you couldn’t entirely help yourself. his parents had been so sweet, and understanding of the situation, gladys even fixed up the sheets for you and complimented the earrings you had been wearing. it made you feel real appreciated, there’s nothing like a southern mother’s love.  and she told you that dinner was soon, you were allowed to share it with them as there was already some things in the fridge in the shack for the others to make for dinner. elvis had brought up your things, giving you a wink when you thank him for it. you couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at your exposed thighs, and even noticed your ass when you bent over to place your things on the floor.  you catch his eyes once, “you’re not a subtle starer,” you giggle a little.  he looks away shyly, guilty of being caught, “‘m real sorry.” is all he could say, unsure of how he could delve deeper onto it, he didn’t want to make an even worse impression.  you stand up fully again and laugh softly at his guilty expression, “we’re even now, i film a s@x movie on your property, you look at my ass.” you make sure to speak a little quieter just so that his parents don’t hear.  he smiles, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth when he does, “yeah, i’ll see you at dinner, doll.”   your breath hitches, and you think quickly, “what’s your name?”  his eyebrow c@cks, “why?”  “‘m sleepin’ in a room in your house, i should at least know who you are.”  he laughs softly, “elvis, elvis presley.”  something about the name leaves a familiar sense coursing through you, but you don’t entirely show it, so he just gives you one last smile before leaving. you sigh to yourself when you know he’s gone, god, something about him is making a heat swirl from in between your legs, he’s just so… handsome.   it was dinner now, and you had changed into something else just to spend that time with them. it wasn’t much of a difference, you were still wearing the same top, but you had just changed from your shorts to jeans now. you smile at vernon when he holds out the chair for you to sit in, then pushes it in a little when you had. they were all so sweet, you were honestly so glad johnny had picked their farm out of all the others. you prefer this much more than any other farm, which probably had creepy people as owners.  gladys and elvis were quick to come and sit down with you and vernon, “why don’t you go on and serve up first, honey?” gladys offers to you, and you give her a surprised, yet grateful smile.  “oh, thank you,” you smile as you serve yourself, then all the others do as well.  “so, what brings y’all down here?” vernon is the first to peak a conversation since the dinner had officially started, and you were midway of chewing into some of the food, so elvis had decided to speak for you, but he also did so because he knew how bad you had lied earlier.  “she told me they’re here to film a movie,” he chews into his food, “a horror one.”  “don’t speak with your mouth full, elvis presley,” gladys scolds him softly, and you smile a little at that, “a horror movie, lord, those pictures give me the heebie jeebies.”  you laugh softly, “it ain’t that bad,“ you give elvis a look that says thank you, “i really ‘ppreciate y’all for lettin’ us stay to film here for a bit.”  “any-time, darlin’, it’s been a while since we’ve seen some new faces, anyway,” gladys smiles so warmly at you that you almost felt like her friend already.  “mm, i’m real sorry y’all had to come in contact with johnny first.”  vernon laughs, almost like he’s also glad someone agrees, “he seems like a real character.” ”he’s somethin’, that’s for sure,” you comment, and your eyes catch on to a jealous look in elvis’ eyes at how much you’d been speaking of johnny.  you hesitate, “do y’all mind if i use your shower? we’ve been on the road for quite a while,” you ask eventually to clear the tension.  “it’s all good,“ elvis speaks before anyone else, which makes gladys give him a semi suspicious look, but she agreed with him.   the shower was nicer than you had thought it would be, the water allowing your exhaustions to simply drip off your shoulders, and since you had been showering late into the night you assumed everyone was asleep. now, this may not be the most reasonable thing to do, but you had always just slept in your underwear as your pajamas, so you had merely just worn your underwear and covered your br@@sts with your handful of your clothes as you made your way out into the hallway.  you didn’t notice the door to elvis’ room had opened from behind you until you heard the creak of floorboards when he had stepped out, your head turned to see him, and your eyes widened from the panic of being caught in such a state. you were so fearful that it took you a second to realize how good he had looked, his hair was shaggy now, undone but still so attractive and he was in what looked to be like some deep purple pajamas.  “you all good?” he asks, eyes confused until he realized you were wearing nothing but your underwear, and in the way your bpdy was turned, he could see the side of one of your br@@sts. his cheeks flushed and his eyes moved to quickly meet yours again.  “‘m fine,” you answer quickly, “sorry— i was just gettin’ out of the shower.”  he smiled at your panicking, “it’s all good, doll, was just worried of somethin’ else.” he bites his lip as he moved closer, and past you, it almost had you wishing he had stopped right close to you, for him to touch you, but all you felt was the fabric of his pajamas as he moved past. you followed after him, eyebrows furrowed with the question of what he was doing.  “why are you awake?” you think out loud, and he chuckles softly as he moves to the kitchen to grab a snack.  “‘m real hungry, is all,” he takes a bite of whatever snack he has, “when do y’all start filmin’ that movie, baby?”  “why? do you wanna watch?” you tease, and that makes his gaze turn to focus in on you, but his eyes immediately catch on the fact that your clothes had moved ever so slightly, exposing one of your br@@sts to the cool air. his breath hitches, and he takes another bite of his snack as his eyes move back up to your face.  “would love to,” he jokes, but something in you feels he’s serious, “just need to know when to distract my parents, so they don’t see.“  you bite your lip, a little disappointed at his serious response, “i’ll talk to my friends tomorrow then tell you, ‘kay?”  he hums in response, “i can see your nipple.” he comments, and smiles when you quickly move to cover it again.  “you got a real bad starin’ problem, elvis,” you smile a little, “‘nd you called johnny a creeper.” you joked.  he raised his hands up like you were arresting him, “‘m real sorry, ma’am, guilty as charged.”  you laugh softly, “you do not sound regretful.”  “because i ain’t.”  his comment made you gasp in a faux disgust, “freak.”  “says the girl filmin’ a porn movie in my shack,” he bites his lip, and your eyes narrow with slight curiosity.  “how do you know it’s gonna be at the shack?”  “you just gonna film y’all f@ck@n’ in the field?” he retorts, quick, almost like he’s thought about it before.  “maybe,” you giggle, “thank you for the idea.”  he hums again, thinking for a minute, “you’re awful pretty, especially with them facial expressions.”  your breath hitches, and you give him a small thank you before turning towards the guest room, then your head turned to look back at him again, “goodnight, elvis.”  “goodnight, babydoll.”   something about him had you wrapped around him so easily, you spent the rest of that night mostly thinking about him, the deep richness of his voice had been slipping underneath the confines of your skin. it was so sweet, so delicious you thought of it as those rich, dark chocolate bars that you loved. and oh my god, you only realized it now, but he smelled so good. he bled of a scent that was made up of dark berries and midnight jasmine.  your thighs pressed together at the thought of how he smelled, how sweet he was to you, and how rich he had sounded. ”wakey wakey!” dolly shakes you to waking the next morning, “come on girl! it’s time to get it on.” she laughs softly, and you hear the laugh of peter as well. were they both seriously here? your brows furrowed as you woke and you groaned, hesitating to open your eyes and dear lord, johnny was here too. surely, this had to be you waking into another nightmare.  “what’re yall doin’?” your words slur from your tired lips and you rub your eyes with a yawn.  “‘ts time to start filmin’, girly,” johnny smiles, and you groan, stuffing your face into your pillow.  “come onnn, you gotta be the first!” dolly grabs your hand to tug you and wake you up again, making you groan even more but you eventually obliged.  “fine, god d@mn, just get out while i get changed.” you shooed them all away and sighed when the room was empty and the door was closed, something in you wished it was elvis who had woken you up.  you shook away your thoughts as you got yourself ready in your outfit for the p@rn@, you were to be playing a girl who had been working on the farm as a summer job. you sucked in a breath as you put on a cropped tank top and some short overalls, applying some makeup in a nearby mirror and even styling your hair a little, if it didn’t look up to johnny’s standards, dolly would just fix it at the shack.  you were hesitant, but ultimately had finally stepped out of the guest room, your shoes clicked against the floor as you made your way to the door but you were stopped by the sound of gladys squealing from your looks.  “oh my word! darlin’, you look so good, come over here a second!” they were all in the living room together, elvis, vernon, gladys.  you hesitated for a mere second, but ultimately made your way over there, your eyes catching on to elvis’ knowing smile. he knew you were about to film, “you look real nice.” he comments, almost wanting to say more but holding back.  “thank you,” you gave them both a grateful smile, “i better be going, my friends were real insistent on us filmin’ now.”  “you’re all good, sweetheart, just be careful,” gladys gave you a small pat on the back before you had left, the feeling of elvis’ eyes burning crescents into you becoming familiar now.   the filming had been going well for the most part, you were trying to ignore johnny’s stupid comments on how your hips needed to roll better, or your moans should be louder, or how you need to stop rolling your eyes back. did he even know how s@x worked? men and women weren’t coming to see this movie to focus on all those little things, they just want to jerk off. and, peter had quite the big d@ck, how could your eyes not roll back?  you tried not to give him angry looks during the takes, and you were sure he just wanted your moans to be loud so that you could get caught. johnny always loved the thrill of almost being caught, you’ve caught him having s@x with girls publicly multiple times. he was real sick, and you hated how his eyes were on you. you wished elvis was the one giving you these orders, and from then on, you had merely imagined johnny’s as elvis’.  “move your hips like that,” johnny speaks, but it rings through as elvis’ voice, “good, just like that.”  the sound of elvis saying such things, even though it wasn’t him actually saying those things, makes your moans grow louder, hips moving faster as you ride peter. it started with elvis’ voice as johnny’s, but now you had completely delved into this imaginary world, not peter was elvis, and you were riding him. his d@ck was probably as big as peter’s too, with a physique and voice like that? there’s no way he isn’t hung.  “elvis,” you hush out quietly with an absent mind, thankfully, you were the only one that heard it, well, that’s at least what you thought from the fact that everyone was so focused on how peter’s d@ck looked inside of you. but there was a new man in the area, elvis, his eyes taking a quick peek inside the window as he did his chores just to see you riding peter like your life depended on it.  your eyes fluttered open to find his on complete coincidence, and something about the sight of him, watching you perform such an act, sends you completely over the edge. your eyes roll back as you find yourself in the wake of a nirvana, moans reaching their highest octave as your hips stutter.  “jesus christ, girly,” johnny’s voice comes as his own now and it wakes you completely from your seventh heaven, eyes going back to normal to find that elvis had gone from the place that you saw him before, almost like it was all just a dream. if anything, it was the best dream you have ever had. your breath hitched when peter had pulled out, finally having his @rg@sm as well.  “that’s the most intense @rg@sm you’ve ever had,” dolly clicks her tongue in a slight suspicion, but you just give her a small smile, you couldn’t tell her about your quite intense crush on the farm owner’s son.  “just got a lot on my mind,” it wasn’t entirely a lie, “had to release it.”  “you don’t got a crush on my boyfriend do you?” she joked, but she was semi serious.  you laughed, cleaning yourself up and letting peter do the same with himself, “nah, someone else.” you blurt out without much second thought, and try not to look shocked with yourself after you say it.  “awe, you got a lil’ crush on me?” johnny chimes in, and you give him a grossed out look.  “better keep dreamin’,” you tease, “maybe it’ll come out of your wishes to reality for once.“  johnny seems beat up by your words, which only makes you smile a little, satisfied with that as you dress yourself in only your overalls this time, “‘m gonna go on out for a walk.”  you knew they didn’t need another take of it all, that @rg@sm was the best you’d ever had for the cameras. dolly gives you a curious look as you move past them, she was always so nosey, and she knew something new was up with you.  you bite your lip as you make it out the shack, eyes shamelessly searching for elvis.  “you really know how to ride a d@ck, doll,” elvis’ voice satisfies your veins as it gives you a sweet shock from its abruptness.  you smile shyly when you turn to see him, “you were watching?”  “just makin’ sure you weren’t lyin’ about what it actually was,” he looked sweaty, like he had just been doing something that required lots of work, and the sight of his loose pompadour, sweat coating his tanned muscles that were exposed from his tanktop, denim framing his legs well, it all had your chest tightening.   “creeper,” you joke, as if you hadn’t moaned his name.  “hey, you can’t blame me,” he bit his lip, “you were moanin’ so loud i was worried you were screamin’,” he paused for a mere second, “can’t have anythin’ bad happenin’ to a pretty thing like you.”  your breath hitched, “we’re uneven.”  you were right, you both knew that and neither of you hesitated to be even again in the ways that you had stumbled into the house, lips crashing against each other in hungry ways. you were worried that his parents were still there so you had pulled away a little to look into his eyes, “are your parents here?”  “no,” he whispered back, “doesn’t matter.”  it didn’t matter, you two were so concerned about having s@x with each other that you didn’t care for anything else. your lips met his again and he moved to take you to the kitchen, leaning your lower back against the counter. you had never felt such s@xual attraction for someone before, you’d had plenty of s@x for the cameras, but there was nothing like this— the denial of any sexual contact woth him had been killing you, and now you were finally getting it.  every touch from him had you on fire, and even the slightest glide of his fingers on your waist had your lips falling open against him, it allowed his tongue to slip into your mouth. you moaned against him as your tongues clashed, a sweet share of perfect saliva. there was a tint of cherries to your taste, and he had a taste that you didn’t know how to categorize, it was l@stful, and he tasted like he had recently smoked a cigarette but covered it up with a breath mint.  you adored it, melting so easily underneath his touch, under his taste, his scent, everything. his teeth grazed against your bottom lip for a second, pulling it ever so slightly when he pulls away and releasing it was a small pop that makes you smile. his lips then move down to your neck, he was touching you like he had known you for years, and you couldn’t get enough of it. every touch was so addictive, it left you with wanting more.   “elvis,” you breathe out, “please,” and your words made him take a second to pause ”please what?” he teases, moving to form a hickey on your neck.  “i need you,” you bite your lip, legs spreading a little as your desires course through your veins fully.  “you’re so perfect,” is all he mumbles, before continuing, “and needy.”  he smiled, carefully taking off your overalls and his breath hitching as the sight once it was all was revealed to him. he had seen one of your br@@sts before, and the sight of the rest of your body as you were riding another man’s d@ck, but something about having you like this for him had the feeling of seeing you for the first time becoming overwhelming.  you hiss as the cold air hits you, nipples hardening almost immediately, he helps you sit on the counter before his cooled fingertips rush over your exposed skin in sweet waves, gentle as they go down your stomach, and he takes a mere second of hesitance before his fingers finally dip in between your legs, your legs immediately spreading wider as your lashes flutter from his touches. you’d been touched many times before, but there was such a significant difference in the way elvis did it that you couldn’t even fully express.  the way his fingers graze over you has your nerves on fire, shocks sending down your back as his fingertips touch your cl@t then graze in between your lips, to your entrance. you prepared to feel his finger in you, but his fingertips had moved back up, grazing over your cl@t in a way that makes you tense up, before he rubs directly onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. you gasp softly, he knew exactly how to make you feel every sense of pleasure.  “elvis,” you moaned out, “please, in me.”  he gave your cl@t a small pinch that made your thighs twitch before obliging with a smile, fingers moving down so that he can press his middle finger into your entrance finally. his fingers had felt perfect inside of you, they were slightly thick and god, they were long. your eyes met his finally to find his full of lust as well, as if he had been anticipating this from the second he had seen you. something about that made your hips roll against his fingers, begging for another, which he responded to with giving you entirely what you desired with another finger slipping in.  he explored your insides with his fingers, feeling around your walls and curling up at certain points until his fingers finally met that one specific point. he knew it was your sweet spot in the way that you moaned softly, hips bucking for him to do it again.  “you’re so pretty,” he blurts out in hushed words that made your cheeks paint a vermillion.  a small smile curves your lips that parted slightly from the pleasure of his fingers pumping in you, “i thought of you—“ you confessed, “when i was riding him.”  your words seemed to make his state of lustfulness almost worsen, and his lips curved to a smirk, “is that so?”  “mhm,” your hips moved to ride his fingers, loving the way they thrusted into you, “can’t stop thinkin’ of you.”  he bites his lip, hesitating for a second, but he had pulled his fingers out. his eyes immediately saw how your face twisted into an upset look at the feeling of being empty, eyebrows knitting together, about to question why he even did that but he was undoing his pants and giving you a non-verbal answer immediately.   “i don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he spoke breathlessly, “i think i love you, doll.”  your breath hitched at his words, then your eyes widened at the sight of him when his boxers fell. oh my god, he was so big. you were sure his d@ck would reach your stomach with how long he was, and jesus, he was girthy too. you were sure he was going to give you the f@ck of your life, you lick your lips when you look at him again, “i think i love you, too, elvis.”  he didn’t hesitate for a second to line himself up at your entrance and slowly push in, head tipping back at the feeling of your walls around him, with every inch, you thought it was the last, but when he finally bottomed out you were sure his d@ck had reached your heart.  “you’re so big,” you speak through panting breaths, walls adjusting to the size of him, he was unlike any other d@ck you’ve ever had.  “you’re cuter when you’re like this,” he breathes out before he starts thrusting into you, his thrusts were so slow and calculated but yet they had your eyes rolling back merely from how deep he was into you.  your moans reach a higher octave at his thrusts, a hand gripping his shoulder and digging your nails into his shoulders. your makeup was already semi ruined from your previous f@ck but there was nothing like this, peter couldn’t even compare to the way elvis f@ck@d. peter was always so rough, and yes, you loved when he was rough, but you also wish he was gentler at times. and here elvis was, f@ck@ng into you like you were pure porcelain that could shatter at any second.  his lips met yours again when his hips fasten their pace, adoring the way your walls slide around him too much to keep going slow. the feeling of his lips on yours was addictive, you couldn’t get enough of it, enough of him. something in you wishes you could just stay here, with him, and you wish you could just f@ck him all day and night, and kiss him, his kisses were so special that it had stars building in your spine.  your tongue meets his when his lips part slightly to groan against your mouth, and you moan against his in response as your tongue explores his mouth. he loved the way your mouth vibrated slightly against his, whenever you had moaned, and your moans were so gorgeous, he wanted to crystalize this memory. it had been a while since he had sex, and he was worried he wouldn’t be good enough for you, but the way your body was reacting to him had been completely on the contrary to his worries.  you wished this was being recorded, like you and him could have your own special sex tape that you can watch to think of him whilst you’re away. the thought of that makes your legs tremble, your @rg@sm building rapidly.  “elvis,” you moan out his name again, glad this was finally a reality where he was f@ck@ng into you, his hips fast as he moves into you. his @rg@sm was building too, you could tell in the way his hips began stuttering and he actually began whimpering against your lips. it was so on the contrary to his cocky tendencies that it turned you on so much more.  “doll,” he responded with a moan against your lips, hips pounding into you impossibly deeper as you both neared the edges of your @rg@sms. his breaths had growls on the rim of them when he had finally snapped, hips stuttering inside of you, and his eyes rolling back at the feelings of his euphoria.  just as he had hit his @rg@sm, you did as well. you didn’t even know if you could describe this @rg@sm as another visit to nirvana, it felt so much better, like it was some sort of eighth heaven in the way that your legs shook, body practically convulsing when your moans reached their highest octave, nails digging into his skin until you had drawn blood.  his chest heaved as his lashes fluttered, “jesus christ,” is all he could say through panting breaths.  he pulled out and moved to grab a napkin so that he could clean the both of you up, eyes meeting with yours to see how you had looked, how he made you, you felt so entirely f@ck@d out that it reflected onto how you looked. you almost felt addicted to his d@ck already, as if you couldn’t get enough of it.  “maybe you should star in our movie,” you smile softly at the thought.  he hums a little, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “nah, i don’t want other girls thinkin’ ‘bout me like you do.”  you bite your lip, “you’re real sweet, how come you don’t got a little girlfriend?”  “subconsciously savin’ myself for you,” he chuckles a little.  “mmm, you wanna be my little boyfriend, big boy?” he was just a sweet country boy, could he handle being a pornstars boyfriend?  “only if you’ll let me, baby.” he smiles sweetly, head cocking to the side slightly.  “we’ll see,” you pull him in for a real kiss now.'
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