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ojI don’t know what came over me that day. It was a beautiful afternoon and I was just sitting at a bench in the park, enjoying the warm sun on my face and the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. That’s when I saw her. She was walking down the path, her long blond hair swaying with each step. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tank top that showed off her toned legs and perky breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

As she got closer, I realized it was Angel, one of the stars of PublicAgent. I had watched a few of her videos before, always fantasizing about what it would be like to be in her presence. And now, here she was, in the flesh.

She approached me with a mischievous smile on her face. “Hey there,” she said, sitting down on the bench next to me. “I’m Angel. I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me.”

I felt my face turn red as I stammered out a greeting. She laughed, the sound like music to my ears. “Don’t be shy,” she said, placing a hand on my thigh. “I’m flattered that you find me attractive.”

She leaned in closer, her perfume filling my nostrils. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. “You know, I’m always on the lookout for new guys to film with,” she said in a low voice. “Are you interested?”

My heart raced at the thought of it. To be in one of her videos, to be intimate with her, it was almost too good to be true. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, running her hand further up my thigh. “I thought you might say that. Why don’t we find a private spot and I’ll show you what I’m talking about?”

We got up and started walking, my mind racing with questions. Where were we going? What was she going to do to me? I was both excited and nervous.

She led me to a secluded area of the park, hidden behind some tall bushes. As soon as we were out of sight, she turned to me and pushed me up against a tree.

“Now,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Where were we?”

She pressed her body against mine, her breasts pushing into my chest. I could feel her hardness through her skirt. “I want to suck your cock,” she said, her hand reaching down to rub me through my pants.

I groaned as she started to unzip my fly. She pulled out my semi-hard cock and immediately wrapped her lips around it. I watched in awe as she started to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of me into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my hands running through her hair. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She picked up the pace, sucking harder and faster. I could feel myself getting close to the edge. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped.

She popped off my cock and smiled up at me. “Not yet you’re not,” she said, giving me a warning look.

She stood up and turned around, bending over in front of me. She hiked up her skirt, revealing her round, perfect ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You like what you see?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder.

I could only nod, my mouth too dry to speak. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing me her tight, pink hole.

“Go ahead,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “Stick your cock in my ass.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips and lined myself up, pushing into her slow and deep. She let out a long, low moan as I entered her.

“Oh fuck yes,” she gasped. “Your cock feelsamazing in my ass.”

I started to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed. She felt so tight, so hot. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder with each thrust.

“Harder,” she cried out. “Fuck me harder.”

I complied, slamming into her with all my might. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air, along with our moans and grunts.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls starting to tighten. “I’m going to cum,” I panted.

“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Please, fill up my ass with your hot load.”

That was all I needed to hear. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let go. I felt my cock pulse as I shot rope after rope of hot cum into her tight hole.

She shuddered beneath me, her own orgasm ripping through her body. We collapsed together, both panting and spent.

“Well,” she said, a grin spreading across her face. “What did you think? Do you want to do more videos with me?”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Absolutely,” I said. “I’m in.”

She laughed and kissed me deeply. “Good,” she said. “Because I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

And we did. Over the next several months, we filmed dozens of videos together, in every possible location and position. She taught me things I never even knew existed, pushing my boundaries and making me feel things I had never felt before.

But despite all the sex and the excitement, there was still something else growing between us. An actual connection, a real bond. I fell in love with Angel, and she fell in love with me.

It didn’t matter that I was just another guy she had filmed with. To her, I was special. And to me, she was more than just a porn star. She was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

And so, on a beautiful spring day, a year after we first met, I got down on one knee in that same park and proposed to her. She said yes, of course, and we lived happily ever after.

The end.