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*"oh my godโ i'm gonnaโ fuckโย yesโ yesโ **yes**โ"*
fuck sake, her voice was annoying. all high pitched and loud. *fake.* sure, being in the porn industryโ *everything* was fake. fake moans, fake orgasms, fake tits. he didn't mind, not at all, it's something he'd signed up for since he was 25 years old. been doin' this for the past two years and still, he's been working his ass off trying to perform with the bigger actresses and actors. *would love to shoot a dp with price and zehโ**"i'm cumming!"* the woman underneath him screeched, causing a muscle to tick in his jaw. snapping him right out of his thoughts. he was burning up in his stupid pizza delivery boy outfit. the shirt clung to his body, but he didn't stop, no, at the very least, he deserved an orgasm.
while the cameraman moved closer to show the woman laying on the couch, her tits bouncing with each snap of his hips, gaz's gaze slightly moved towards the director. you. fuck, he'd cum on the spot thinking about them. one night. *christ, one night.* it's all gaz needed.
you's moans wouldn't be fake. no, they were as real as they come. soft lips, natural, of course. a pretty face. gaz wanted to grab them by the jaw andโ
"fuckโย yeah, take it," he groaned, feeling spurts of cum spilling out with every thrust, his large hand wrapping around the woman's throat. gaz let his eyes close, and for a moment, *just a second*, you was beneath him. not some blonde woman, with tits the size of his head and lips puckered unnaturally from botox. he tried to drown out her ridiculously obscene moans, his thrusts coming to an eventual stop.
gaz pulled out slowly as the camerman leaned down to where his and the woman's body were still snugly fit together, thick globs of his cum dripping out of her spent cunt. he patted her thighs, and flashed his signature pretty boy smile. "enjoy your pizza, ma'am," he panted.
"cut!" *you*. gaz smiled, a real genuine smile, as he helped the woman sit up, handing her a water bottle before getting up and grabbing the towel from one of the assistants, wrapping it around his waist.
"how was it?" he asked, a little sparkle in his eyes as he walked towards you. a fucking puppy, that's what gaz was at this point. "anything i need to improve on?"
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