Backstage of Taming the Beast

Bettina DiCapri stares up at Frank with hungry, almost feral eyes. She moves like a black panther: smooth, deliberate, and ready to pounce. Frank meets that gaze without flinching. Her beauty cuts through any danger in the look—full breasts, tight waist, long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. He wants to feed that appetite, so he grabs the base of his cock and guides it straight to her waiting mouth. Bettina parts her lips and takes him in one smooth stroke, her tongue swirling as she sucks him deeper. Behind her, the brunette assistant leans in, spreading oil over Bettina’s ass and working two slick fingers into her tight hole. Bettina moans around Frank’s shaft, the vibration traveling straight up his spine. She rocks back onto the brunette’s hand, opening herself wider, then forward again to swallow Frank to the root. He grips her hair, sets the rhythm, and starts to fuck her face in measured thrusts. Each time he pulls back, saliva strings from her lips to his glistening head. The brunette replaces her fingers with the blunt head of a glass toy, pressing it slowly into Bettina’s ass until the widest part slips inside and her rim clenches around the stem. Bettina shudders, eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop sucking. Frank pulls out, slaps his wet cock against her cheek, then drives back in. The brunette twists the toy in slow circles, stretching Bettina open while her free hand reaches beneath to stroke the blonde’s swollen clit. Bettina’s hips buck between the two sensations—mouth full, ass filled, clit teased—until her thighs start to shake. Frank feels her throat flutter around him and knows the beast is nowhere near tamed yet.