Adult Industry System-Chapter 157 - 137

Lana leaned back on her elbows, her massive breasts splaying out to the sides, heaving with every ragged breath she took. The water glistened on her skin like diamonds under the studio lights. She looked up at me, all the mock-authority gone, replaced by a raw, unshielded hunger.

​"Then take it," she challenged, her voice a low rasp.

​Lana’s head hit the marble wall behind her with a soft thud as she let out a piercing, melodic scream of release. Her legs instantly locked around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back to pull me even deeper.

I lowered myself between her spread thighs, the water swirling around us as I moved into position. Lana’s skin was incredibly soft—the water had turned her thighs into silk, and as I pressed them wider, they yielded like velvet.

​I dove into her, my face meeting the heat of her flawlessly shaved pussy.

​Up close, she was a masterpiece of anatomy. Her pussy was neat, the outer lips a soft, flushed pink that shimmered under the moisture of the pool and her own rising arousal. As I parted her with my tongue, her clit revealed itself—a hard, sensitive pearl that pulsed with every beat of her heart.

​I began to work her with the surgical precision. I used long, slow strokes of my tongue, starting from the very bottom of her opening and moving all the way up to her hood, tasting the salt of the pool mixed with the sweet, intoxicating nectar of her excitement.

​Lana’s reaction was instantaneous. She let out a loud, jagged moan that echoed off the glass ceiling, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as if trying to keep her soul from escaping. Her other hand abandoned the marble and buried itself deep in my hair, her fingers locking tight as she guided my face even deeper into her heat.

​I increased the pressure, my tongue flickering with a rapid, expert vibration against her clit while I used my fingers to stretch her open, exposing the deep, velvet red of her interior. I sucked her hard, creating a vacuum that made her entire body arch off the marble bench. I could hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of my own work—a wet, slurping symphony that told the camera crew everything they needed to know.

​"Oh... oh god, Druski," she whimpered through her fingers, her hips beginning to thrash. "You... you’re a genius... nobody has ever..."

​I moved my head back just an inch, watching as her pussy lips twitched and spasmed, glistening with a mixture of water and her cream. Then, I went back in, my tongue circling her opening before I thrust it deep inside her, mimicking the motion of my cock.

​Sasha’s voice was a low, focused hum over the loudspeaker. "Camera B, get the angle from between her legs. I want to see the contact. Druski, don’t stop—she’s about to break."

I didn’t let up for a second. I increased the suction, my tongue a relentless motor against her pulsing clit while my fingers worked deep inside her, stretching her silk-lined walls.

​Lana’s body went rigid. Her toes curled into the marble and her back arched so violently it looked like she might snap. A primal sound tore from her throat as she hit the peak. Then, the dam broke.

A cinematic jet of translucent fluid erupted from her, splashing against my face and mixing with the pool water in a heavy, rhythmic spray. It was a fountain of pure release, soaking the marble bench as she sobbed my name, her pussy walls convulsing around my fingers in a desperate, rhythmic grip.

​"Incredible! Keep the cameras rolling!" Sasha shouted, her voice tight with excitement.

​I didn’t give Lana time to recover. I stood up, the water sluicing off my body, and grabbed her by her soft, damp hair. I guided her off the bench and onto her knees on the submerged ledge. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed, her chest—those massive, heavy breasts—heaving with the aftermath of her climax.

​I took my cock, which was throbbing and stone-hard, and pressed the head against her lips. She didn’t hesitate; she opened wide, welcoming the full length of me into the heat of her throat.

​The sensation was electric. The transition from the cool pool air to the velvet-hot interior of her mouth felt like sliding into a furnace. Her tongue swirled around the rim of my head while her cheeks pulled in tight, creating a vacuum that felt like it was trying to draw the soul out of my body.

​"Mmm... look at you," she mumbled around me, her eyes locked onto mine with a dirty, practiced glint. "So big... so much better than the old man. I’ve missed the taste of a real man... I’m going to drain you dry, Druski."

​She began to work me with the legendary skill that had made her a star. Her hand gripped the base, pumping in sync with her mouth as she took me deeper and deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate every inch.

​I reached down, my hands cupping the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her wet hair. I took control of the rhythm, my hips beginning to thrust with a steady, dominant force. Each slide forward buried me deep against the back of her throat, the friction of her lips and the wet heat of her mouth pushing me toward the red zone.

​"That’s the angle! Get the side profile!" Sasha commanded. "Lana, look at the lens while he takes you!"

I didn’t hold back. I increased the pace, my hips slamming against her chin as I drove deep into her throat. Lana was a professional; she relaxed her muscles, taking the full, punishing length of me while her eyes remained locked on mine, challenging me to lose control.

​The pressure built until it was a literal roar in my ears. I grabbed her head, my fingers locking firmly in her damp hair, and pinned her in place. "Take it all, Lana," I growled.

​I erupted deep in the back of her throat. I felt the rhythmic pulses as I finished, a heavy, internal delivery that she met with a desperate, gulping swallow. She didn’t flinch; she leaned into it, her throat working until every drop of my cock’s victory was gone.

​I pulled out slowly. My cock was still a rigid, pulsing rod of muscle, glistening with the silver threads of her saliva and the remnants of the finish. It looked like a weapon under the studio lights—thick, veined, and utterly dominant.

​"Now that the appetizer is over," I said, my voice dropping to a gravelly low, "it’s time I put this where it really belongs."

​Lana’s eyes flared. "Yes, baby," she rasped, her voice wrecked from the depth of me. "Show me. Show me if you can fuck me harder than that old man ever could."

​She stayed right there on the heated marble, lying back with her long, glistening legs spread wide. She reached down, her fingers trailing over the swell of her stomach before settling on her pussy. With a slow, sultry deliberate motion, she parted herself.

​She was wide open—a deep, flushed crimson that was dripping with her own cream and the pool water. Her inner lips were swollen and glistening, inviting the intrusion. The sight of her—the "Goddess of Porn" laid bare on the floor of her husband’s estate—was the ultimate power trip.

​I knelt between her thighs, my knees pressing into the marble. I gripped my cock, sliding my hand up the slick length of it one last time before lining it up with her aching heat.

I didn’t give her what she wanted immediately. I knelt between her knees, my cock twitching with a life of its own as I used the head of it to trace the outer velvet of her pussy. I moved slowly, dragging the length of myself up and down her clit, painting her with her own slickness until she was squirming beneath me.

​"Please, Druski," she whimpered, her hips bucking upward in a desperate search for friction. "Don’t do this to me. Just put it in."

​I ignored the plea, sliding my cock along the seam of her labia, the friction of my skin against her soaking heat creating a wet, rhythmic suction sound. I could see the muscles in her thighs quivering. I leaned down, my chest hovering just an inch from those massive, swaying breasts, and whispered, "A queen shouldn’t beg, Lana. But a stepson... he likes to take his time."

​Then, I gave her a taste.

​I pushed forward, the head of my cock parting her swollen lips and sliding into the tight, searing heat of her interior. Her pussy felt like a furnace—tight, ribbed, and incredibly deep. It gripped me with a desperate, rhythmic pulse that nearly ended the scene right there. The sensation was overwhelming; she was so much tighter than she had any right to be, her body welcoming me with a hungry, wet suction.

​I buried myself only halfway before I suddenly gripped her hips and pulled back, the wet pop of my exit echoing through the quiet room.

​Lana let out a frustrated cry, her hands clawing at the marble floor. "No! Druski, damn you, come back!"

​"You want it that bad?" I asked, my voice a dark, steady rumble. I watched the way her open pussy twitched, desperate to be filled, the pink flesh glistening under the lights.

​Sasha’s voice came through the monitors, low and satisfied. "God, the tension is killing me. Look at her face... she’s absolutely desperate. Druski, don’t keep her waiting much longer. Give her your cock."