said, with a gravity that chilled her even as she took comfort in the words.
“So . . . ?”
His gaze slipped from hers with an almost angry shame. “It’s unforgivable,” he said, “because I can’t see you again.”
FOUR
T he girl—a voluptuous Latina with heavily fringed black eyes and full, crimson-painted lips—lay on her front on a dazzling white sand beach. Her bikini top lay on the sand a meter away from her, and the bottoms had been pulled down and were loosely hooked around one ankle. Her legs were spread to expose a delicately pink shaved pussy. She looked over her shoulder and said meltingly, directly to camera, “Are you ready for me?”
Then a man entered the shot. A bronzed he-man with buzz-cut brown hair, he knelt behind her with greed on his face. As he positioned himself to enter her, she was already moaning and wriggling her hips. Then he thrust in, and she immediately erupted in moans. “That’s it,” she said. “Go in—there! Yes! Yes!”
His hips worked mightily, fucking the squirming girl, who arched her back to expose her full brown breasts, begging him, “Squeeze my tits . . . please.” He reached forward to cup one of her breasts, following her direction as she crooned, “Harder . . . pinch my nipple. Oh, that’s so good . . . Fuck me harder . . .”
The fucking motion made her other breast tremble in pulses. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open, releasing moans that gradually accelerated into screams. “YES! I’M COMING! DO ME, BABY! YES! YES! THAT’S THE BEST—COCK—I EVER HAD!”
Suddenly, the shot cut away to a pretty blond woman holding a microphone. “So some pretty out-there beach sex from one of our finalists here on X-treme Bachelor—Bermuda . Let’s go to the panel. Valerie LeBlanc. What do we think of Benita? Did that orgasm look real to you? Kody certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.”
The camera cut to a bikinied Valerie, sitting in a director’s chair on a different stretch of white beach, a vista of turquoise ocean framing her angelic face, now gathered into a brooding pout. “Angie, I think that was one of the all-time most embarrassing fake orgasms. I think they were lucky there wasn’t any glass around to shatter when she got into that scream.”
“So we’re saying fake? Not only fake but—”
“Scary fake. I don’t want to be the one to cast the first meow. But that was bad sex, bad faith, and bad ham acting all at once. I’m going with Nell to make it past the final hoop here.”
“So you’re saying Kody will choose Nell?”
“Absolutely. What we saw with Nell was real passion. I know a lot of people watching at home feel the same. Benita seems to just be . . . frankly, auditioning for a porn career here.”
“And you don’t think she should get it?”
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste. But . . .”
“Okay, so let’s see what Jared Vairy has to say. From the way you’re shaking your head, I guess you disagree.”
The camera cut to Jared, who hurriedly erased the expression of digust that had covered his face while he listened to Valerie. “Angie, I think we’re dealing here with a young woman who’s maybe playing to the camera—that’s a given. All of us here have been guilty of that. But she’s very sexy, very beautiful, and we’ve seen in previous weeks that she has a more vulnerable side that won all our hearts.”
In his peripheral vision, Valerie was making a nauseated face, while on his other side, the final panelist, Brandi, was grinning at him as she tried to get into a cross-legged position in her director’s chair. Then she froze as Angie turned to her.
“Brandi, which side are you coming down on here?”
“Oh!” Brandi said. “I guess I like fake orgasms. I mean, as long as his orgasm wasn’t fake, I don’t think he’s going to ask questions. Also, I’m keeping in mind that five-star blow job we saw yesterday. I still have faith in Benita.”
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“So . . . ?”
His gaze slipped from hers with an almost angry shame. “It’s unforgivable,” he said, “because I can’t see you again.”
FOUR
T he girl—a voluptuous Latina with heavily fringed black eyes and full, crimson-painted lips—lay on her front on a dazzling white sand beach. Her bikini top lay on the sand a meter away from her, and the bottoms had been pulled down and were loosely hooked around one ankle. Her legs were spread to expose a delicately pink shaved pussy. She looked over her shoulder and said meltingly, directly to camera, “Are you ready for me?”
Then a man entered the shot. A bronzed he-man with buzz-cut brown hair, he knelt behind her with greed on his face. As he positioned himself to enter her, she was already moaning and wriggling her hips. Then he thrust in, and she immediately erupted in moans. “That’s it,” she said. “Go in—there! Yes! Yes!”
His hips worked mightily, fucking the squirming girl, who arched her back to expose her full brown breasts, begging him, “Squeeze my tits . . . please.” He reached forward to cup one of her breasts, following her direction as she crooned, “Harder . . . pinch my nipple. Oh, that’s so good . . . Fuck me harder . . .”
The fucking motion made her other breast tremble in pulses. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open, releasing moans that gradually accelerated into screams. “YES! I’M COMING! DO ME, BABY! YES! YES! THAT’S THE BEST—COCK—I EVER HAD!”
Suddenly, the shot cut away to a pretty blond woman holding a microphone. “So some pretty out-there beach sex from one of our finalists here on X-treme Bachelor—Bermuda . Let’s go to the panel. Valerie LeBlanc. What do we think of Benita? Did that orgasm look real to you? Kody certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.”
The camera cut to a bikinied Valerie, sitting in a director’s chair on a different stretch of white beach, a vista of turquoise ocean framing her angelic face, now gathered into a brooding pout. “Angie, I think that was one of the all-time most embarrassing fake orgasms. I think they were lucky there wasn’t any glass around to shatter when she got into that scream.”
“So we’re saying fake? Not only fake but—”
“Scary fake. I don’t want to be the one to cast the first meow. But that was bad sex, bad faith, and bad ham acting all at once. I’m going with Nell to make it past the final hoop here.”
“So you’re saying Kody will choose Nell?”
“Absolutely. What we saw with Nell was real passion. I know a lot of people watching at home feel the same. Benita seems to just be . . . frankly, auditioning for a porn career here.”
“And you don’t think she should get it?”
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste. But . . .”
“Okay, so let’s see what Jared Vairy has to say. From the way you’re shaking your head, I guess you disagree.”
The camera cut to Jared, who hurriedly erased the expression of digust that had covered his face while he listened to Valerie. “Angie, I think we’re dealing here with a young woman who’s maybe playing to the camera—that’s a given. All of us here have been guilty of that. But she’s very sexy, very beautiful, and we’ve seen in previous weeks that she has a more vulnerable side that won all our hearts.”
In his peripheral vision, Valerie was making a nauseated face, while on his other side, the final panelist, Brandi, was grinning at him as she tried to get into a cross-legged position in her director’s chair. Then she froze as Angie turned to her.
“Brandi, which side are you coming down on here?”
“Oh!” Brandi said. “I guess I like fake orgasms. I mean, as long as his orgasm wasn’t fake, I don’t think he’s going to ask questions. Also, I’m keeping in mind that five-star blow job we saw yesterday. I still have faith in Benita.”
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