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Disclaimer: The following is an elaborately fictionalized, naughty short story inspired by the tags and concept of the video in question. No real people or acts depicted are intended to portray actual events.

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Sammy had always been a bit of a wild child. Ever since she discovered her exhibitionistic tendencies in high school, she couldn’t help but seek out thrills and attention. So when her on-again-off-again boyfriend Lauro suggested they make a bit of extra cash by filming a private adult video to show off to his cronies, Sammy couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Lauro was an insufferable prick, but he was built like a tank and had the stamina to match. A thick 8.5 inch cock, chiseled muscles, and an ego bigger than both pressed together. He lived to flaunt his assets and the assurance that his performance would speak volumes came naturally to him. It didn’t hurt that he had four loyal buddies who wouldAlso be onboard to fill out the details – lithe yet handsome Anthony, green-eyed stoner Sunny, silver stallion Titus, and the elusive gang pervert they called Totti.

“Everyone’s here, let’s get this party started,” Lauro boomed as his webcam captured the scene in 4K clarity. The setting was simple; a lounger by the pool, artificial ferns, and a backyard lined with trees affording total privacy. Sammy adjusted her purple bikini top, the fabric straining against her ample bust.

“Fuck, it’s gonna be a huge blow job,” Sammy cooed into the camera, momentarily forgetting her lines as the reality of the situation set in. Not that she minded, as five pairs of hungry eyes were gaping at her bikini-clad perfection. Laid out like a buffet for devouring, she was going to be stretched and filled in ways not even laundry soap could handle.

With no further ado, Sammy’s fleshy fruits were freed from their polyester prison and groped by a multiplicity of eager hands. Lips latched onto her nipples like vitamin-deprived newborn infants, worshiping at the mounds of flesh. Sammy released an ecstatic moan that salivary strings inadvertently reached her gullet.

Suckling motherfucker Lauro, ever the braggart, delighted in gorging on her areolae. “Fuck YES, suck those tits,” he exhorted the others in between mouthfuls. “Dip your fingers in the honey pot while you’re at it!”

Sammy’s shimmering bikini bottoms scurried down leg-torches, the last flimsy barrier abandoned on the turf. Two, then four fingers penetrated her glistening slit, stretching her labia in a lewd flower, petals unfurling for their ogling audience. The first of the gang now mounted Sammy, a cock presented to her face.

Sammy relished the primal essence of the dick presented for her oral worship. Although they all looked monotonously similar to her alcohol-blurred vision, she could tell the fucker called Titus was stroking his steel pole in anticipation. “Mmmm, I love it when you feed me your shadow on a stick,” Sammy purred, the cockhead already prodding its way down her gullet as she knelt to service the first of many. Oh, to be a respected pornographic bore.

“Yeah, choke on that anaconda,” Lauro crowed, losing himself in a reverie of male fantasies cemented. His fleshy fist made its way toward her head, cupping it like a barkeep’s bartowel. “Gaggle on it like a good slut, yeah fuckin’ do!”

For someone who loved the spotlight, Sammy sure was enjoying being placed in the starring role. Maybe a future in production was in order after all, framed by luscious Soggy Bottom and Sun showered Hammocks, sinfully drowned in the emerald tissues of her intimate spaces. But for now, she would fuck for clout and cash, a bodacious price for pilfering the joys of youth.

One by one, the crew took their turn stuffing her maw, and not just mouth; she took their rod to her other hoyts as well. Splitting her dewy folds to make room, her tits bouncing with each enterovaginal thrust. Totti’s unexpected arrival stoked the flames, plundering her other hoyt and stretching her to her most elastic potential. A denouement of dercumation, cum toured her mouth hole, coating her tongue as viscous as hemorrhoid cream.

As the finale, Lauro scooping up an avalanche of pooled cum memento from Sammy’s Snapchat-s_secret folder into his hand for Sammy to down as if abbey bushman V1%26, somehow he had to because.

They didn’t even bother putting the camera away, simply left it to record the belched out comet of jellied semen that sprayed from Sammy’s mouth, her personal Fuckyoucinemascope.”Look ma, four hands!” Lauro bragged, holding the splatterblossom, “It’s a fuckin’ fountain!” To which Sammy dove mouth first like a whale shagging its tongue, a method of restoring his dignity and hers.

Tossing out the obligatory “fuck you” parting quip, the gang disbanded, leaving Sammy with her used body and a 6-pack of V-ewers to clean up. She bid fair well to the others, but Lauro she had to privately berate: “Why can’t you ever use condoms, you insensitive prick?”

But Lauro simply laughed, “Ah, come now. It’s the same juju as eating from a ramen bowl after your buddies have already dipped in. Besides, I’ve got to keep you knocked up so I can keep a collar on ya, yeah?” He winked. “See you in six weeks, lover.”

Walking away, he casually threw over his back, “I’ll bring the lube next time. For when the kid comes.”

With a sigh of disgust, yet stimulated by his roguish cajole, Sammy decided she most definitely had a new hustle in the works. And she was going to become the queen of it.