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[NSFW] Office Space Shenanigans (Yume Kuribayashi & Dreamstreet)

With the beckon from the futa, Max slowly moved closer towards Ophelia as he stuck to the script and got close enough so when she started going onto her knees to unzip his pants, he was in perfect position. He watched her intensely as she opened up his workpants and pulled out his cock, which in turn made him blush at first. However the tempting pornstar words made him grin even more, as he quickly got even more excited. This really felt to him, like he was on a pornset, with the biggest pornstar in the world.

As she started sucking off his dick while jerking him off, he instantly began to moan cutely for her, and his dick started to get harder and harder quickly. It reached it's full hardness almost instantly, but he tried to hold himself back. His hands were at his sides while his fingers were twitching from how good it felt. His eyes were closed for a few moments, as he just savored the sensations that ran through his body, until he remembered what was supposed to happen next.

Bringing his hands up as if trying to signal himself to the futa before speaking up, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "I-It feels so good... You are so good at this...!" He moaned out, before bringing a hand towards the top of Ophelia's head to gently signal for her to slow down. "C-Can I perhaps feel your breasts afterwards? Y-You know, around my dick?" He asked her in a cute tone, though his facial expression was showing some very clear excitement, as if he was imagining all of the things that the former pornstar both could and would do to him as his personal escort.
 
Ophelia took quiet notice of Max immediately stiffening up as she sucked him off, glancing down at his crotch in-between bobs of her head. For the most part, though, she kept her eyes closed, silently but eagerly savoring his taste the more she fellated. It warmed her how much he was into it, and this early into their reenactment, no less! If this wasn't proof that he wasn't kidding about Futa Escort 4 being his favorite flick of hers, she had to wonder what would prove it. Still, she was a little concerned that he might explode while he was still in her mouth, moreso out of it being off-script as opposed to any... premature concerns. She loved him enough that she didn't mind if he quick-shot every now and again.

Apparently, Max took notice as well, as he immediately made motions, as exclusively verbal as they were, to move onto the next phase of the warm-up. Recognizing his lines, she knew that the paizuri scene was next. So, in accordance with his hand-to-head gesture, she slowed her sucks, stopping right as he finished his request. She pulled back, gasping softly for air as a strand of saliva connected her lips to his cock for a few seconds, breaking once she spoke her next lines.

"Ah, so you wanna fuck my titties first, is that it?" She chuckled softly, bringing her hands up to her outfit and unbuttoning her shirt above the belt, from the top down. "Anything for my cute client~."

She backed up while on her knees as she got to the last two buttons, and for good purpose. Once the last was undone, she grabbed either inner fold of her shirt and pulled them apart, allowing her big tits to bounce free from their confines, fully bare as the slight nipple outlines from the start implied, and all front and center for Max to witness. She gave him enough time to properly react, just like she did for her co-star in the movie, and then continued from there.

"Impressive, aren't they?" She placed her hands on either side of her breasts and squished them together, moving them around in her grasp for extra impact. "I bet you just wanna bury your face in 'em, give 'em a good motorboating, am I right?" She moved them around a little more, then let go, sighing as she let them bounce to a stop. "But you asked if you could feel them around your dick, and who am I to deny a client's explicit request?"

With a playful chuckle, she placed her hand on Max's chest and pushed him back so he was now laying back on the bed. Once he was in the right position, she crawled forward again, her hands once again on either side of her breasts. Pushing outward, she lightly grazed his cock with her easily 100cm+ bust to start, then provided more consecutive close-contact rubs, and then finally, she wrapped each breast around his shaft. The size difference between his erection and her tits was made even clearer by how the former just disappeared once it fully entered her cleavage.

Once Max responded appropriately to having his member surrounded by Ophelia's boobs, the paizuri phase of their reenactment would begin in earnest.
 
Once Ophelia stopped sucking him off, Max let out a sigh of relief. Now he wasn't going to cum anytime soon, so he could relax himself a little, but he couldn't do that for long. As the former pornstar got ready to move onward, he watched how she undid her shirt and soon ripped it open to let her tits pop out freely and forcefully. The sight almost made the femboy squeal, and just stared at her big breasts until she spoke up again.

The way she was pressing her big tits together, tempting him to motorboat her or fondle her greedily, which he was just about to show by moving his hands forward towards them. But just as he was reaching out for her tits, she would push him onto the bed and get into position for the titjob. His eyes were fixed on her, as she got into position above him and wrapped her bosom around his member. That action alone was enough to make him squeal for her, this time much more loud for her to hear and notice.

Then as it finally happened, Max let out a loud moan as his cock disappeared between her big breasts. It made him instantly start to thrust upwards, almost like he was actually fucking one of her holes. He seemed like he was getting to a point where he couldn't control himself, as he finally spoke. "T-They feel so amazing! I wanna do everything with them! Feel them, motorboat them, but now... I really wanna fuck them!" He moaned as he would thrust his hips upwards.
 
"I'm glad to hear that you love them so much," Ophelia replied with a sly grin. "In that case, I'll make sure this feels extra good for you~." To match his thrusts, she pushed her breasts together around Max's shaft and started moving them up and down. It took a couple cycles, but eventually, the tip of his cock started poking up through her cleavage. Preceding things with another grin, she leaned in and started flicking her tongue out at his glans, providing a little extra stimulation to push him closer. It was almost like she was trying to make him cum before it was time to put it in. The first big difference from the familiar script, but would it come to pass? That would be up to Max's own endurance.
 
When Max felt how Ophelia to move her tits in rhythm with his thrusts to make his dick poke out of her cleavage, he moaned even louder as the pleasure only got more intense. His fingers was gripping onto the bedsheets, while his hips were doing all the work for now. They would thrust up harder against the futa's bosom, like he wasn't thinking about the script at this point. Now he just wanted to cum from this pleasure.

From here, it wouldn't take long before the former pornstar would start to get the taste of femboy precum in her mouth whenever her tongue would move over his dick. It was showing just how close he was at this point, and if she wasn't going to make him stop, there was no way he was either.
 
Ophelia blinked in surprise as Max's pre squirted onto her tongue as she lapped at his glans. It wasn't something that happened on the set, let alone in the script, when she did it with her co-star, so naturally it caught her off-guard, if only slightly. Still, anything was expected with this divergence, one that could easily be put back on track with little effort. With how close he was, and clearly at that, Ophelia saw no reason to stop. With a soft chuckle, she slipped her tongue back inside and spoke another line, one originating from her own mind.

"My, someone's eager to cum already! And from just a titjob?" She grinned wide, mischievously so, and raised her eyebrow for further emphasis. "Either I'm doing my job very well tonight or you're a straight-up pervert! Either option's fine by me, though, so long as I leave you satisfied~." She winked at Max, blowing him a hands-free kiss. She pressed her tits around his cock a little harder now, applying extra pressure for the moment he'd finally explode all over her tits and maybe also her face.
 
Max let out a soft whimper as if protesting Ophelia's comment about him being a pervert. Although he didn't blush from it, so it seemed more like he was doing it to improvise his role, in same was she was for hers. He knew that this wasn't part of the script, but he didn't feel like holding back like he should. Instead he kept thrusting up as she tightened her big tits around his cock, pushing himself even further towards his climax.

It only took a couple of more moments of thrusting upwards while the futa continued her titjob, before the femboy would throw his head backwards, moaning louder and louder until he couldn't hold himself back any longer. "I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He would cry out as he pushed his dick far enough up so that the tip of it would stick out from the futa's massive bosom, just a moment before he started to shoot out his pent up load. It was clear that he hadn't climaxed since he was with Kana the night before.
 
In what felt like little time at all, on both sides, Max finally came, alerting Ophelia to his impending climax just before it burst out past the top line of her cleavage. She softly gasped, closing her eyes reflexively as his seed shot onto her face, with some landing on her breasts and collarbone as well. His seed was thick and came out in an above-average quantity; to be expected from a femboy left pent-up for about twenty hours' worth. Looking down to get a good view of her half-bukkake'd tits, and the femboy's glans poking out between them and oozing residual cum, she let out a smile, giggling under her breath. "Well now, that's quite the load we have here. And I bet there's more where that came from, isn't there, sir?" She was tempted to call him "boy", but he was the one in charge for this stretch of the roleplay-reenactment, so it was only right she stay close to the script, even in her improvisations.

Ironically, it was then that she went back to the script. After reaching up and wiping some of the cum off her face, licking it off her fingers as a tease to get Max ready for the next round.

"Mmm, feels like you're about ready." Giving his cock one last squeeze with her tits, Ophelia pulled away and, instead of getting back on her feet, turned around and hunched over the bed, pulling up her skirt to expose her ass for Max. The cheeks weren't hidden away at all, with only the G-string keeping things relatively decent. But a single pull to the side would be enough to expose her pussy and asshole to the cool air of the room, and she was coming very close to making that so, her hand crawling down towards the material as she let out her next, familiar tease. "These two holes of mine are yours for the taking, sir. Feel free to use whichever one strikes your fancy first~." With a sultry wink, she slipped a finger into her thong and pulled it aside, leaving her two holes exposed, while keeping her cock and balls fastened away in their pouch.

How it went in Futa Escort 4 was, the client went for her pussy first. Studio mandate. Though rumor had it that there was footage shot of Ophelia taking it up the ass in the first half, in case fan demand was high enough for the executives to relent. Of all the moments in the movie that Ophelia imagined would go off-script, this was the one. There was no way Max was gonna fuck her pussy when her asshole was right there.

But then again, there was plenty of room for surprise.
 
As Max came down from his first climax after titfucking Ophelia, he looked up and saw how her big breasts were covered in his cum, which in turn made him blush. However he did grin widely, just from the thought that he got to do that in a reenactment of one of his favorite porn videos. He felt like he could die happy now, having lived out such a big fantasy already, however there was still so much more to cum, as Ophelia revealed her two holes for him to fuck next.

While he wondered if he was even ready yet for round two with the former pornstar, he looked down and the sight and naughty words had apparently been enough for him to already be hard for her. A part of him wanted to go off script and have her kiss and eat out his ass, but with how it was progressing, it felt wrong for him to want that at this point. Besides he couldn't help himself, with her holes exposed to him like that. He knew exactly what to do next.

Without saying a single word, Max put his hands on the futa's ass and gave it a squeeze. "Your ass looks... So good!" He said and moaned a little as he moved up to line his dick with her exposed asshole. "Can I really fuck your ass?" He asked cutely, as the tip of his cock made contact with her anal entrance. Even though he was slightly humping against her ass before he even entered her, he was still waiting for her response before he would thrust inside.
 
As was expected. Ophelia's satisfaction that her gut was correct was clear on her face, or it would be had she not opted to moan in response to the squeeze Max gave her ass. Catching her breath as he groped it, preparing to enter her at her go-ahead, she looked back and gave it with a smile. "Of course. A man of your excellent taste, you can fuck it for as long and as hard as you like~."
 
With the go ahead from the futa, and how he was already moving up to mount her, Max finally got to thrust his dick into Ophelia's ass, letting out a loud moan in the process. "Oh god, your ass is so tight, Miss Brest!" He said while moaning as his his began to thrust in and out of the futa's rear. His hands would move up to wrap around her waist, clinging more closely to her, as he savored being the one giving the buttfucking rather than on the receiving end.
 
Ophelia moaned in slight surprise as Max immediately went right to fucking her ass, though the second cry that followed was much more expected of the situation. Squeezing the femboy's member with her anal walls, prompting a third sultry moan, she opened her eyes to glance back at him, smiling in encouragement. "Sure is. And it's all yours now~." With a soft chuckle, she turned back, closing her eyes once more as she prepared to savor what Max had to give her going forward. Which, naturally, took the form of enthusiastic thrusting and a close-contact embrace. As usual, she moaned, but at the same time, she blushed, appreciating the intimacy he brought to his "role".
 
With how into the fucking he was, Max almost seemed to crawl further on top of Ophelia and clung to her tightly. All the work of fucking her big ass was down to his hips, which tried it best to move as fast as the pornstars that Ophelia had acted with in the past, though it showed a lot of enthusiasm and spirit. While he did moan louder and a bit too girly, he didn't show any signs of slow himself down in an attempt to cum in her ass. "This is the best!" He moaned out, as his breathing got more heavy from using so much stamina. His cock soon started to throb inside of the former pornstar, showing that he wasn't going to last for a long time. "Oh god... I love it so much!"
 
Ophelia knew there was no way Max was going to match her co-star perfectly in terms of stamina, but the enthusiasm he showed with how further up he went when fucking her was more than appreciated. Were they recording this, she would've no doubt been turned on at the sight of the femboy's dick pounding into her rear while her still-sheathed cock bounced around in reaction, the ways in which it swung suggesting that it wanted to be freed. In response to his moans, she continued with her own, getting a little louder as she squeezed his throbbing cock. "Ahhhn~! I'm happy to hear it, sir..." She paused for a moment, then grinned wide. "And you must be itching to spread that love all over inside of me, isn't that right?"
 
At first, it was only a few nods that Max could muster to answer the former pornstar with as he was trying to hold back the best he could. However even with that, he still tried to stay in character, and as he was clinging closer to her, to keep up thrusting into Ophelia's big ass. "Yes! I want to shoot it all into you... Can I, Miss Brest?" He asked between his moans while he humped his hips even faster against her, clearly pushing himself towards cumming very soon. He knew that in the video, the other femboy creampied Ophelia, but it wasn't until she had told him so, which made him hold back until Ophelia would say the magical words. Even though he would cum pretty much instantly once he would hear it.
 
She wasn't quite to the point that Max was, though it was little surprise as she was on the receiving end, but Ophelia was glad to hear that he was getting close. So close, in fact, that he could have burst at any moment if not for his resolve, his anticipation of her permission to let him empty out into her. She moaned a few more times from the increased thrusting, and then nodded, delivering an altered version of the same permission line from the original movie. The "magical words", so to speak.

"Go ahead, sir. Fill my futanari asshole up with all the femboy cum you've got to share!"

In addition, she reached back with both hands and grabbed at her own rear, spreading her cheeks apart before squishing them together, providing an extra push to make Max's orgasm just that more powerful.
 
To Max's surprise, Ophelia was showing just how experienced she was, by reached back and spreading her ass further apart while he fucked it. It took him off guard, but as he felt the extra push he could now use to fuck her for the last couple of moments before he would burst. So with the last couple of grunts and moans, he used the last of his strength to fuck the former pornstar's big ass as hard and fast as he could, until he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

With a loud cry of pleasure, Max would push his dick hard against Ophelia's butt before his pulsing dick started to shoot out a bit load of cum. It was clear that this porn scene was making every part of him more eager to live up to the futa's expectations and did his best to fill her up. His entire body was shivering while he was riding the orgasm until it's conclusion. His arms around her waist would cling tightly to her body until the last drop of cum had left his cock. It was clearly a hard climax he had gone through.

Once he had calmed down once again, he slid off her body and moved back to lie down on his back on the bed. He was still breathing heavily, but also smiling widely as he seemed pretty satisfied with how well he had done, before he just remembered the next line of his role in the scene. "My wallet is in my pants, feel free to take what you're owed." He said while he took in a deep breath, knowing full well what was soon to come.
 
Sure enough, that extra push motivated him right to the edge, putting extra effort into his concluding thrusts to make his climax inside her well worth it. Though she hadn't reached her own orgasm yet, Ophelia could certainly tell it was a satisfying finish for Max, especially with how much he came and how thoroughly he filled her up. Not quite to capacity, but it's not like she was expecting that level of dedication. Still, he filled her with what he could, holding her close and not letting go until he was certain his load was fully emptied out. She pumped his cock a few times with her anal walls to help urge him along, but for the most part, she simply glanced back and smiled, simply glad that he was able to play what was honestly one of her favorite scenarios from her career out with him, who considered it the favorite.

Before long, Max pulled out and rolled over onto the open bedspace beside her, recovering himself from such a spirited fucking. She looked over at him and smiled, and once he said the next line, she nodded and responded in kind. "Of course, sir. I'll be more than happy to." As she lifted herself from the bed, she leaned over Max's face for a brief moment, brushing some stray locks of her own hair out of the way before kissing him on the lips. She held contact for three seconds, then pulled away as she got back on her feet. Just as soon, though, she squatted down, picking Max's pants up off the floor and reaching in for his wallet.

Even though it was all part of the roleplay, she couldn't help but feel a little dirty, procuring his billfold and taking what cash he had out of it. Let alone her eye catching anything personal, like what his full first name was on his state ID. (She figured it was most likely "Maxwell", but it could've been "Maximilian" for all she knew.) Still, she had every intent of handing the money back once it was time to break kayfabe, so that made her feel a little better about it, internally. She parted the inner pouch with her left thumb and index and pulled out the bills with his right. Setting the wallet back on the nightstand, she counted them, instinctively doing the math with each individual flip. It was more than what the client in the actual Futa Escort 4 had on hand, but less than the flat rate for her character's services. She would've breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to use a cost inflation excuse, but kept it mental, so as to keep up the scene's accuracy. Per that, she instead closed her eyes, clicked her teeth, and shook her head.

"Oh, this won't do," she announced, turning on one heel while holding up the bills for Max to see. "What you have here isn't nearly enough to cover this session." Her tone was judgemental, but not accusatory, nor was it livid. Just stern and slightly disappointed. Surely enough for Max to deliver his next lines with the right amount of emotion.
 
Max didn't seem to pay much attention as Ophelia got over to get his wallet out of his pants and go for the money that she was getting, as part of the role (while his ID also stated that his real name was Maxwell Monroe). So when the futa turned around and holding up the money that she said wasn't enough for her service, he got back into his character and had a surprised look on his face. "W-What do you mean? There should be the amount that was agreed in there!" He asked as he moved up along the bed on all fours, until he was close enough to see the bills she held in her hands. Of course he had no idea what a true futa escort would cost, but for this role, any amount wouldn't be enough. Especially not for the biggest pornstar there ever was.

As part of his role, his face went wide with worry that he didn't have enough money to pay for a chance to fuck the escort. His eyes moved from side to side, like he was trying to come up with a plan, before looking up at Ophelia, while he was still on all fours on the bed. "W-What if I go down and get some more money? I-It's not an issue, just let me get all the money that I'm lacking!" He said in a more submissive and pleading tone, following along with the plot of the movie. Even though he was trying his best to stay in character, there was a spark in his eyes, knowing what was to come: Opera Brest using him however she likes to get back what she is owed. "C-Can't we come to some kind of solution that works for both of us?"
 
It was only for a split second before her eyes darted back to the bills, but Ophelia did spot Max's ID and his full first name within. She couldn't help but feel internally excited that her theory (assumption?) was the right one. Of course, that was at the back of her mind as she kept with her role, allowing Max to explain, excuse, and defend his actions while she looked on with a disapproving pout and one hand on her hip, the other still holding the cash as if to remind him of his inadvertent wrongdoing.

Dreamstreet said:
"W-What do you mean? There should be the amount that was agreed in there!"
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"Well, apparently you miscounted, as you're $50 short." Adjusted from the $100 in the original script. Of course, no matter the total sum, it was a guesstimate to the true value for the services of a futanari escort - something that, given their high sex drive, would no doubt exist in real life.

Dreamstreet said:
"W-What if I go down and get some more money? I-It's not an issue, just let me get all the money that I'm lacking!"
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"As much as I'd love to, that won't work. You don't know how efficient the ATM down there is; it could take you hours to get the rest of my money, or worse, chew up your card and spit it out! And worst of all, what if it isn't even for your bank? I don't have the time to waste waiting for you to make a round trip that could easily be one-way! If you're too scared to face the consequences of your short-sightedness, that is~." She then shot him a haughty smirk, flipping the bills in her hand back and forth in emphasis.

Of course, this story-relevant portion of the film was admittedly dated. So many professions nowadays used portable card readers, and even sex work was starting to open up to the idea of digital transactions. That could've solved everything in a hurry, but given the time of Futa Escort 4's release, combined with the true-to-script logic Ophelia implemented for in-universe reasoning, it couldn't work that way. (Not to mention Ophelia didn't own a portable card reader herself, and that's assuming she'd actually take money out of Max's bank account.)

With her character having backed Max's into a corner, it was sure enough time to begin the second half of their session. The femboy offered a proposal for an alternate solution, and in response, the futa's smirk settled into a curious grin. "Very well. But tell me, sir, what kind of solution are you even thinking of? 'Cause if it fails to satisfy, I may just have to implement my own instead~." She set the money down and brought her hand to her crotch, thrusting her pelvis against the air before feeling up her bulge. Her fingers occasionally flicked the zipper keeping her cock hidden away; a subtle bit of foreshadowing for what was obviously about to come, and what she hoped Max would propose in specifics.
 
When Ophelia started to move back against him, in order to back him into a corner that he couldn't escape from, even if he wanted to, he gulped a little while looking up at the big futa. So as she made her demands that he had to come up with a solution that would satisfy her, he held back for a few moments in order to think of what to say. Secretly he wanted her to take back what was owed by force. But he knew that the script asked for him to give an option that would satisfy her: Sucking her off, at least to start with. Normally that would also be the best option in his mind, but he trusted the former pornstar to take good care of him, even if she were to act mean.

"T-Then what if I... S-Suck you off?" He asked while his eyes glanced down toward her crotch, seeing how she was playing with the zipper that were hiding it away. "Would that be enough to compensate for the rest that I owe you?" He asked her with pleading eyes, that also revealed just how excited he was. Even though he was sticking to the script, he weren't able to hide the fact that being in his favorite porn film was making him unable to not smile. She was truly satisfying a big fantasy of his.
 
It might not have been or even seemed that long, but even so, Ophelia took full advantage of the lull between her line of dialogue and Max's response. As he searched for his answer, she continued to feel up her bulge, bringing it to full hardness, and tapped her foot against the carpeted floor. It'd have worked so much better if she were standing on hardwood, but it was the intent that counted in this case.

As soon as Max gave his answer, the futa's strokes slowed to a stop, her hand settling right at the zipper, and a wide grin broke out across her face. The answer was pleasing, and his delivery even moreso. With a similar eagerness to match the mood, she spoke her next line in kind. "It'll be a start. Do a good enough job satisfying me there, and that'll determine where the rest of the compensation goes to." All the while, she gripped the zipper between her thumb and index and started to gently slide it down, gradually revealing the top skin of her shaft. She avoided speaking any further once done with the line, simply letting the cock reveal take up all of Max's attention.

Once the tab went past the tip, Ophelia moved to pull her undergarments down, allowing her cock to spring up at full mast and, in a subtler move, her balls to descend in their own reveal. It was long enough a time frame for him to marvel in amazement just as his character did, and once she stepped out of the pouch-bearing G-string and left it to the side, she stood upright once more, hands on her hips, to let the sight sink in even further. With how much he loved futas, especially her, it was only appropriate. And then, it was time.

"Well, what are you waiting for? This big futanari cock isn't gonna suck itself~."
 
While Max was looking nervous in order to live up to the role that he was playing, he was very excited for what was to come. So when Ophelia undid the zipper and finally pulled out her massive cock, he let out a gasp and had a surprised look on his face. "I-Is that real? I-It's so big!" He said in a startled tone, while he eyed up the massive dick that was right in front of him. His eyes were almost studying her length, just as he remembered it from the video, and it was only interrupted when she pushed it towards him in order to make him suck it.

"R-Right... I-I'll do it..." He said in a nervous tone, as he slowly leaned forward to put his lips at the head of her dick. At first he just lightly kissed the tip, before his would spread his lips and push them over the head. He didn't go as deep on it yet, as he knew what happened in the video. Ophelia would loose her patience and go more forceful on him. Something he clearly wanted to happen.

After some light sucking and licking the futa dick, he pulled himself back and let out a cough that was clearly fake, although he did look up at her with pleading eyes. "I-It's too big, I can't suck on it." He said in a whimping tone, as he was pushing the former pornstar to taking the control of the situation.
 
"Believe me, it's as real as it gets~." Ophelia punctuated her remark with a thrust of her hips, making her stiff member swing up and down. The way she did so, were she any closer, it might have smacked him in the face. Not that the femboy would mind, at least, that's what she hoped. He certainly didn't seem to mind when she thrust forward again, a subtle punctuation to her "it ain't gonna suck itself" line to show how serious she was about fucking his throat as the start to this alternate payment.

When Max complied with her urge, with all the nervousness of his character, Ophelia nodded, still smiling. "Good boy..." She looked down at him as he eased himself into fellating her, grunting softly at the kiss and letting out an equally soft moan as he wrapped his lips around her length. As pleased as she was with such willful action, she knew he had to go deeper at some point. She was far more patient a person in real life than many of the roles she played, though she didn't at all mind the stereotype of futanari as so sex-crazed that consent often became a secondary priority for them. (Especially after what Adriana did to her while she was passed out earlier that very day...)

Thus, she stuck to that portrayal of her reaction. After about twenty seconds of Max moving back and forth onto the first few inches of her cock, without making any effort to move further down her girth, she switched expressions with a blink from satisfied to annoyed. Glaring down at him, groaning through pursed lips... She couldn't help but almost laugh at his fake cough, but suppressed it as he eventually pulled back and pleaded with her. "Oh, I wouldn't worry," she said semi-facetiously and with a returned smirk, placing her hand on Max's head while running her fingers through his hair. "You'll get used to it before you know it."

Right then, she gripped his hair and gave it a pull. Once Max opened his mouth in response, most likely to let out a reactionary cry, she thrust her hips again, this time re-entering his mouth and on her own terms. She got one more inch in with that thrust than he was able to take beforehand, and as she moved in and out, she worked more in, eventually going past his gullet and down into his throat. Part of her was slightly worried that Max might not be able to take it as well as her co-star had, but with how dedicated he was to carrying this roleplay/reenactment out to its conclusion, she had confidence he'd handle getting throat-fucked, or at least let her know to ease up through some sort of gesture. Whatever the case, she kept up her lines as she had before.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff! You better keep on sucking, sir..." She emphasized it to the point of practical sarcasm. "...'cause there's no telling when I'm gonna stop!!" With another snicker, she increased the power of her thrusts, still enough for someone to handle but enough to cause discomfort in a novice nonetheless.
 
As Ophelia started to run her fingers through his hair, Max knew what was to come, but he still acted innocently, just like the role was asking of him. "I-I will? I-I think that you are too b- Hmmmffffff!" He was purposefully cut short when she would push her dick fully into his mouth. The taste and forcefulness from the futa was normally enough to make the femboy moan, but because of her thrusting, he had a hard time getting any sounds out. Not that he tried, as he was now fully focused on letting Ophelia fuck his face.

Put his hands down against his own knees so he could support himself, he would try and relax himself enough for Ophelia to handle him however he wanted. Thanks to the time he spend with her lately, along with how often he had gotten fucked by his new girlfriend, he was taking this very well and with some experience. There were moments where he would close his eyes shut and squeeze his knees in order to keep from gagging, but it was only for a moment or two. The more the futa throat fucked him, the more he got used to it, and thus the more he began to relax himself.

Once he felt like he had gotten more used to it, he started to have his eyes open more, which did their best to look up at the futa. It was like big puppy eyes, showing that he was loving the rough treatment he was getting. For now, he allowed himself to be used like a fucktoy by his idol, all in the hope that he could truly satisfy her.
 
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