Iris Licht - Video Vixens

He didn't allow her to recover for a moment. His savage thrusts shook her very foundation. Amber wasn't permitted to come up for air. He pounded her into submission, one wild stroke after another. His intent was to fuck her brains out and at the rate his stiff cock traveled through her trembling cunt, he succeeded.

"Harder!" she imperatively cried. "Harder!"

B.B. showed no mercy. His quick, deep jabs elevated her to the desired level. Amber's brain whirred at the influx of stimulation. She couldn't begin to digest the torrent that swept her body.

She clawed the sheets, trying to achieve balance, but failed. B.B.'s striking groin nearly caused her to fall flat on her face. Her nipples skidded over the cool sheets, sending a trail of sparks to her molten core.

B.B. didn't stop for a second. He continued to rivet her cunt. His objective was plain: make Amber cum.

"Jesus," she sobbed, unable to feign orgasm if only to have him reduce his shattering lunge. When B.B. fucked her, there was no faking it. Her pleasure was genuine. He addressed that remote throbbing sensation with his cunt-probing thrust. "Oh, baby, yes. Don't stop. More."

His heavy balls thumped against her ass, immune to the dull ache of his rhythm. He listened to her cunt disengage, then moistly reattach itself to his dick when he withdrew, then powered his way back in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. The urge to cum was so great, he clenched his teeth.

Soon, baby, he thought deliriously-soon!

Amber's temperature rose to fever level as he fucked her pussy. She was beyond giddy from its constant shift in direction. That big, manly cock drove into her as though it belonged in the very center of her throbbing snatch; its vibrant pulsations kept her fiercely excited.

In the midst of this frantic activity, B.B. tossed his trump card on the table: he placed his huge thumb over her clit and effected a nerve-seizing rub. Amber's entire air supply compressed from her lungs. She slammed against B.B.'s impressive pecs and shivered.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, sweat pouring from her face.

B.B. didn't let her throaty response dissuade him. His cock jerked through her soaked tissue, forcing her breathless acknowledgment. His stroking digit was merely an additional excitant.

Amber loved the way he jiggled her. B.B. sure hit the spot. Ohhhhhhhh! She emptied her mind of all but that electrifying tip and the magic it rendered. His big thing moving through her sopping passage accounted for the balance of her fulfillment.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered raggedly in her ear. "You know it's going to make you cum."

His words fell on deaf ears. Amber was already driven beyond the point of no return. She sensed orgasm building inside her for some time-now she was at the peak of arousal. B.B. fingered her nonstop until she began spasming.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, buckling on her knees. Stars flashed before her eyes. The slippage B.B. pounded into her burned intensely upon impact. "I'm cumming! Oh, honey, I'm cumming! Yeah!"

B.B. was glad to hear it. He had delayed his eruption far too long. While Amber contracted around his throbbing member, he sank into her cunt one final time before losing it. The collision was more than either of them could handle. Even in her tightly wrapped pussy, his cock jerked violently while emitting its hot goo.

Christ! It was such a treat, cumming inside Amber's snatch. B.B. was accustomed to yanking out and spurting her writhing backside; to shoot his cum into her cunt elevated his satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he grunted, oblivious to all else but that uninterrupted flow. "Oh, yeah."

Amber's lips curved as she felt the sticky accumulation. B.B. squirted heavily, pumping her full. The second he pulled out, cum would seep from her saturated hole.

She bunched her tits together, shivering, tweaking every ounce of leftover excitement. Her nipples received each pinch, each flick with a burst of joy.

At length, B.B. detached himself from Amber's inundated cunt. As expected, jism streamed from the aggravated crevice in dense profusion. Cum ran down her inner thighs. Despite his active taping schedule, B.B. managed to flood her.

Just as Amber let out an elated quiver, the phone clattered in the background. When her answering machine switched on, she listened.

"Hi, Amber. This is Pete-Crystal's agent. Can you please call me at your earlier convenience. I have something important to discuss with you that will be advantageous to us both."

Amber frowned. Wasn't he ever going to give up? She had done her level best to elude him, yet he kept bothering her. Obviously, "no" was unacceptable-in any way she said it.

Pete's intentions were transparent to Amber. She was keen to his plan of enlisting her as a client. Judging from the manner in which he handled Crystal, Amber wanted no part of his management style. Domination was very much his game.

B.B.'s sweltering expression informed her that he hadn't caught her latest message. B.B. was similarly cautious of placing his business affairs in the control of someone like Pete. The probability of being stolen blind ran high.

After B.B. left, Amber intended to release each and all of Pete's requests. She had no desire to associate herself with someone of his malign character.

One didn't survive in this kind of business by being pathetically stupid.

Montana Wildwood took a break from reviewing some of the footage shot earlier in the day by treating herself to some Chablis. Initially she meant to pour half a glass, but given the events that developed that afternoon, one just shy of the rim was filled.

Pete, Crystal's boyfriend/manager, had insisted upon a private meeting in which he dictated certain terms Montana had no intention of honoring. He wanted the option of developing projects for Crystal to star. He wanted to launch her on an all-expenses-paid promotional tour that would generate enthusiasm for her future videos. He also wanted script approval-prior to Crystal's first blush.

Pete wanted a number of things that would never get a single nod. Though strongly feeling Crystal would receive delicious hype for Wildwood productions, Montana would not permit herself to be ordered about by an amateur. Montana maintained professional standards and ran her organization by her own code-exempt of outsider input. Crystal was slated for maximum exposure, though not with the breakneck speed Pete wished. Montana simply did not have the kind of operating capitol Pete imagined; even if she did, she would not tolerate his demands.

She took a healthy gulp of her drink, then sighed. If only she could rid herself of the emotion attached to each project. Montana, by nature, was a sensitive creature. She might seem tough, even callous by some, but those who truly understood her saw the fragile woman she was. After the poisonous darts were thrown and invectives hurled, Montana was stripped of her armor. She hid behind a harsh, inflexible image to ward off unwanted parties.

As a matter of practice, she distanced herself from those in her employ. Montana had no desire to create friendships that would consume her emotional energies. It was best to stay a loner and conserve her stamina for the longevity of her business. The problem she faced was that those that populated her company were highly desirable individuals who brought temptation at every turn. She taught herself the art of discipline in moderating her indulgence.

Alone late at her studio, she was given the opportunity to think clearly-without the interruption of the phone, people barging into her office while attempting to hold a meeting or other unpleasant distractions. Preserving her sanity was key.

These days, Montana recognized her shortage of patience. Her assistants, alert to the amount of stress she was under, implied a vacation was in order. Montana, a work horse, rejected their suggestion. The aggregate hours she spent at the studio didn't explain her fatigue-what did, she came to realize, was her lack of a social life. Montana did not have a romantic interest in which to place her focus.