“Mmmm yes…” The man grunted with his eyes closed, his large arms spread shoulder width apart to prop his body up as he pinned the girl below onto a kitchen bench. His hips thrusted freely back and forth, causing the girl to pant, moan and squeal each time he slammed into her. Her fingers clawed at his back, drunk with ecstacy as she bounced along. “Ahhh!” He moaned, pulling back, his cock in his hand, stroking his hard member before unleashing a load of cum on the panting girl’s stomach, watching the white liquid splatter messily onto her. He didn’t stop stroking till the very last drop left him.
“Cut!” Ray yelled as the finished the filming. Smiling broadly, he approached the exhausted girl on the fake kitchen bench top. She was in her twenties, long wavy brown hair with dark hazel eyes, tanned and busty with a large smack-able ass. “Great work honey,” tilting her chin up, he softly licked her lower lip before rolling it to the top, inserting it in her mouth, kissing her sensually whilst sliding his finger into her moist yet aching hot sex. Pulling the wet finger out, he runs it along her messy body before replacing his lips with his messy fingers into her mouth. He watches delighted as she sucks his finger clean. “Good girl. Clean up babe, we have a big birthday party to attend to after this.”
The large studio steel door creaked open. Ray stepped out into the bright sunlight, donning a tailored navy blazer and a crisp white collared shirt underneath. It tucked itself neatly into a light brown leather belt holding up a pair of white chino pants that were well fitted. He was wearing a matching brown loafer for footwear. Squinting at the bright light, he pulled a pair of Ray bans from his pocket to cover his bright green eyes. He had dark hair slicked back neatly, showing only a small sign of greying at the temples. A strong jaw line and slight stubble made him look like a successful middle aged man.
He walked to the front of the building and jumped into a convertible black Ferrari, the reflection off the black paint job accented the smooth lines of the car. Two girls walked past slowly, admiring the car, Ray smirked and gave them a small wave. Becky jumped into the passenger side soon after. They drove off, wind sweeping their hair as they followed along the beach front, enjoying the warmth of the Miami weather.
It didn’t take long to reach his large place. Automatic black gates swung open as he drove into the large garage, housing several of his sport vehicles. The two story house was a mixture of white, grey, black, red and timber. A modern architectural design, it resembled a white cube. The skirting of windows painted black. Half of the grey colored upper story protruded outwards for no practical reason at all, purely for aesthetics. A thin red strip recessed into the wall ran up and down in the middle, slightly off center to make way for the large black door.
The inside was open, spacious, and true to the design outside, was modern. The living room melded with the open white kitchen bench. Behind the kitchen were floor to ceiling windows looking out to the backyard with a large swimming pool and timber decked with sun chairs and a jacuzzi. The backyard ended and a small private beach started, with a pier leading from almost the pool to a small pier in which a boat was docked.
A spiral staircase wound itself to the second level in which the rooms were. There were three bedrooms at the back overlooking the beach. The master bedroom had a large king size bed, the back wall replaced with large sliding glass doors in which you would step into a large balcony overlooking the back, donned with glass balustrades. One room was almost a wardrobe filled with an assortment of clothing, costumes and objects on shelves, whilst the last room was fairly empty with an inclined seat in the middle, large hooks to hang things on the ceiling.
“Welcome home,” Another woman in her twenties, Felicity, greeted Ray. She had fiery red hair with green eyes and pouty lips. She wasn’t as busty as Becky, but very slender and tanned. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts that showed off her long thighs. Ray gave her a kiss on the lips before smacking her in the ass.
“Have you started setting up for the birthday party?” Ray moved to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. “It should be the best 18th in the world”. Smiling, he licked his lips, his mouth unable to resist turning into a grin. It had been a while since he had last seen his daughter, and for a good reason too, his mother was sick of his infidelity and his affiliations to the porn industry thinking it would be a bad influence on the daughter. He took a sip slowly before biting his lip. His daughter was finally coming to see him today to celebrate her 18th. He had promised a birthday she would never forget…
“Cut!” Ray yelled as the finished the filming. Smiling broadly, he approached the exhausted girl on the fake kitchen bench top. She was in her twenties, long wavy brown hair with dark hazel eyes, tanned and busty with a large smack-able ass. “Great work honey,” tilting her chin up, he softly licked her lower lip before rolling it to the top, inserting it in her mouth, kissing her sensually whilst sliding his finger into her moist yet aching hot sex. Pulling the wet finger out, he runs it along her messy body before replacing his lips with his messy fingers into her mouth. He watches delighted as she sucks his finger clean. “Good girl. Clean up babe, we have a big birthday party to attend to after this.”
The large studio steel door creaked open. Ray stepped out into the bright sunlight, donning a tailored navy blazer and a crisp white collared shirt underneath. It tucked itself neatly into a light brown leather belt holding up a pair of white chino pants that were well fitted. He was wearing a matching brown loafer for footwear. Squinting at the bright light, he pulled a pair of Ray bans from his pocket to cover his bright green eyes. He had dark hair slicked back neatly, showing only a small sign of greying at the temples. A strong jaw line and slight stubble made him look like a successful middle aged man.
He walked to the front of the building and jumped into a convertible black Ferrari, the reflection off the black paint job accented the smooth lines of the car. Two girls walked past slowly, admiring the car, Ray smirked and gave them a small wave. Becky jumped into the passenger side soon after. They drove off, wind sweeping their hair as they followed along the beach front, enjoying the warmth of the Miami weather.
It didn’t take long to reach his large place. Automatic black gates swung open as he drove into the large garage, housing several of his sport vehicles. The two story house was a mixture of white, grey, black, red and timber. A modern architectural design, it resembled a white cube. The skirting of windows painted black. Half of the grey colored upper story protruded outwards for no practical reason at all, purely for aesthetics. A thin red strip recessed into the wall ran up and down in the middle, slightly off center to make way for the large black door.
The inside was open, spacious, and true to the design outside, was modern. The living room melded with the open white kitchen bench. Behind the kitchen were floor to ceiling windows looking out to the backyard with a large swimming pool and timber decked with sun chairs and a jacuzzi. The backyard ended and a small private beach started, with a pier leading from almost the pool to a small pier in which a boat was docked.
A spiral staircase wound itself to the second level in which the rooms were. There were three bedrooms at the back overlooking the beach. The master bedroom had a large king size bed, the back wall replaced with large sliding glass doors in which you would step into a large balcony overlooking the back, donned with glass balustrades. One room was almost a wardrobe filled with an assortment of clothing, costumes and objects on shelves, whilst the last room was fairly empty with an inclined seat in the middle, large hooks to hang things on the ceiling.
“Welcome home,” Another woman in her twenties, Felicity, greeted Ray. She had fiery red hair with green eyes and pouty lips. She wasn’t as busty as Becky, but very slender and tanned. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts that showed off her long thighs. Ray gave her a kiss on the lips before smacking her in the ass.
“Have you started setting up for the birthday party?” Ray moved to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. “It should be the best 18th in the world”. Smiling, he licked his lips, his mouth unable to resist turning into a grin. It had been a while since he had last seen his daughter, and for a good reason too, his mother was sick of his infidelity and his affiliations to the porn industry thinking it would be a bad influence on the daughter. He took a sip slowly before biting his lip. His daughter was finally coming to see him today to celebrate her 18th. He had promised a birthday she would never forget…