CELEBRITY DILF CORY BERNSTEIN SMOKING, JERKING OFF, ANAL, CUM

It was a scorching summer afternoon, and the air conditioning struggled to keep up with the heat. As I lounged on the couch, channel surfing, a particular channel caught my attention. It was one of those adult movie channels, and a title flashed across the screen that made my eyes widen in surprise and curiosity: “Celebrity Dilf Cory Bernstein – Smoking, Jerking Off, Anal, Cum”.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The name was unmistakable, and the tags listed below only added to the intrigue. Big cock, bisexual, famous celebrity, huge cumshot, male celebrity cock, naked male celebs, smoking masturbation. My heart raced as I gripped the armrest, unsure if I should proceed. But the allure of watching a celebrity, one I had admired from a distance, engage in such naughty acts was too much to resist.

I hit the record button on my remote control and sat back, ready to witness the private video beyond the screen. The footage began with a close-up shot of a muscular torso, abs rippling as the man took a deep drag from his cigarette. The smoke curled around his face, partially obscuring his features. But there was no mistaking the familiar bulge in his low-slung jeans. It was Cory Bernstein, star of the hit TV series “Medical Mistakes” and heartthrob of millions.

Cory tossed the cigarette aside carelessly and blew out a stream of smoke. His piercing blue eyes met the camera head-on. “Hey there, you naughty bastards,” he drawled, voice dripping with seduction. “You wanna see what I’m hiding in these pants, huh? Well, get ready.”

And with that, Cory stood up and hooked his thumbs into his waistband, easing his jeans down his toned legs. His cock sprung free, long and thick, already hard and glistening at the tip. He wrapped a large hand around his shaft and began to stroke, languidly at first, then building to a frenzied pace.

“Fuck yeah,” Cory groaned, head thrown back. “Feels so fucking good to touch myself.” A bead of sweat rolled down his chest, highlighting his tanned skin. He licked his lips, hiking one foot up on a chair, giving the camera an unobstructed view of his heavy balls and ten-inch cock.

I was breathless, heart pounding. To see someone so famous, so unattainable, reduced to a sexual creature, a fantasist’s wet dream come to life. I palmed myself through my pants, swollen and needy.

Cory reached over to a side table, producing a small glass vial. He winked at the camera, unscrewing the lid and pouring the liquid over his fingers. “You know what this is, don’t you? Lube.” He rubbed his slick digits against his puckered hole, teasing, circling.

“Been dying to fill my ass with something big. Fuck myself silly.” Cory pressed a finger inside, sinking it deep, curling it to hit his prostate. His cock jumped in his other hand, an arc of precum landing on his abs.

I couldn’t help but moan, sliding my pants down and freeing my cock. I stroked in time with Cory’s dual motions, watching intently as he scissored and stretched his ass, fuck himself open.

“Two, three, fuck!” Cory panted, a second finger pressing in alongside the first. He withdrew his digits, picking up the vial again. This time he slicked his cock, glistening and slick. Then he flipped the bottle upside down, coating his hole thoroughly.

One hand gripping the base of his dick firmly, Cory brought the swollen head against his stretched rim. I held my breath as he pushed forward, sinking into his hot tightness. A guttural moan tore from his chest.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, so fucking big,” Cory chanted, pushing more and more of his thick cock into his grasping hole. When he was fully seated, only his blond pubes visible now, Cory shuddered. “I’m gonna fucking…ruin…myself for anyone else. Shit!”

Withdrawing almost completely, Cory snapped his hips forward, slamming back into his ass. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, joined by their grunts and moans. Relentless rhythm built, sweat glistening on Cory’s body as he lost himself in the ferocious fucking.

Drool escaped my parted lips, eyes glued to the obscene show. My hand flew over my cock, dizzy with stimulation, belly rising and falling with each stolen breath.

“Fuck,” Cory gasped out, stumbling backwards, his cock still buried, legs shaking. Facing the camera, he pressed his broad chest against the wall and reached back with one hand. Cracking slaps rang out as his palm connected with his ass.

“Come on,” Cory grunted, slapping himself harder, his cock jerking anew each time his flesh collided. “Stroke that big cock. Gonna…fuck!” He bucked, equal parts bliss and pain, his hand pausing against his burning cheek.

I stroked with renewed vigor, breath coming in short spurts. Watching Cory brutalize himself, punish his own body to heighten his pleasure. It was by turns poetic and depraved, and I was utterly enthralled.

“Fuck, fuck, almost there,” Cory panted, slamming forward, his cock pulsing, ready to overflow. “Gonna feed my greedy hole.” And with that, he thrust deep one final time, his entire body going rigid as he came.

White jets of cum shot out of him, over his cock, onto the floor. It spurted and spurted, a seemingly endless donation filling his ass. Cory’s eyes rolled back, words dissolving into an incoherent stream of profanity and worship.

I was right there with him, vision whiting out as my own orgasm ripped through my body. Cum gushed out of me, painting my shirt, my hand a sticky mess. I slumped back, boneless and completely sated.

When the lights of the camera faded and there was only darkness once more, I knew I would never forget the sight of Cory Bernstein, hot mess and sexual creature, using himself so openly, so hungrily. It was a memory I would revisit again, and again.