Bonus Footage

I never thought the camera would keep rolling after the director yelled "cut," but there I was, still bent over the prop table in my ripped fishnets and nothing else, my pussy throbbing from the scene we'd just shot. The stud from the main footage—let's call him Jax—grinned like a wolf, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening with my juices. "Bonus time, baby," he growled, grabbing my hips before I could catch my breath. He slammed back into me without warning, stretching my soaked cunt wide, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. I gasped, my tits bouncing wildly as he pounded me like a machine, the wet slaps echoing off the studio walls. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he grunted, one hand yanking my hair back to arch my spine, the other spanking my ass red. I could feel every ridge of his veiny shaft dragging against my walls, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. The hidden camera caught it all—the way I squirted mid-thrust, gushing down my thighs onto the floor; how he flipped me onto my back, pinning my legs behind my ears to drill deeper, his sweat dripping onto my heaving breasts. I clawed at his back, begging, "Harder, fill me up!" He obliged, roaring as he exploded inside me, hot ropes of cum flooding my pussy until it overflowed, leaking out in creamy rivers. We collapsed in a heap, laughing breathlessly, his dick twitching against my clit for round two. This bonus footage? Pure gold—raw, unscripted filth that had me cumming harder than the paid scene.