The studio was a furnace of activity, the air thick with heat and chaos. Spotlights blazed like a midsummer sun, their harsh glare reflecting off every metallic surface and pooling shadows in the corners.
The clamor of the crew was a constant background hum, broken by the sharp bark of the director. His face was a cocktail of frustration, sweat glistening on his forehead as he yelled, "Action!"
My mind snapped to attention. Action? Now? Shit.
Riya, the queen of Indian adult films, leaned into me, her hand resting firmly on my chest. Her touch sent sparks through my skin, my heartbeat drumming like a festival dhol.
She had this way of looking at you—eyes smoldering like dying embers, her lips slightly parted as if inviting trouble. God, I was losing it.
Her hand was warm, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over my chest. I mirrored her movement, my hand sliding up her arm, the softness of her skin like silk warmed by the sun.
What now? A kiss? My eyes locked on her lips, glistening like fresh mango pulp, and I leaned in, hesitant yet hungry.
Kiss! Our lips met, and it was like biting into a honey-dripped candy. Sweet, sticky, intoxicating.
One kiss wasn't enough. I dove back, this time deeper, letting my tongue explore hers, tasting, teasing, claiming. Slurp! Slurp!
She responded with equal fervor, her tongue sliding against mine, her soft moans vibrating against my mouth.
Her hands weren't idle. They traveled down, grazing my stomach, slow and teasing, until they found their destination.
Ah! Her touch on my pennis sent a jolt through me, a fire igniting low in my belly. My breath hitched, but I couldn't stop; I didn't want to.
My lips abandoned hers and sought her neck, the taste of salty sweat mingling with her natural sweetness.
Sniff! Sniff! She smelled like vanilla with a hint of something heady and wild. I licked every bead of sweat like rain on parched earth, my hands roaming her curves with a hunger that couldn't be sated.
Her hands found their way under my waistband, her fingers grazing my pennis through the thin fabric of my boxers.
My control frayed, and I tugged at her top, exposing her chest, her skin glowing under the harsh studio lights.
For a moment, I froze, mesmerized. Her bra struggled to contain her full, heavy breasts, the curves spilling out like overripe mangoes begging to be savored.
Snap out of it! I scolded myself, diving forward. My lips found her chest, sucking through the fabric, her soft gasps turning into breathy moans.
Ahn! Haah! Her grip on me tightened, her nails grazing my skin, sending another wave of heat through me.
I wanted more—needed more. My hands slipped to her waist, tugging down her bottom and panties in one swift move.
The sight of her bare pussy, vulnerable yet inviting, made my head spin. My hunger was primal, my eyes burning with a mix of desire and urgency.
"Wait!" she said, her voice a mix of alarm and amusement.
I hesitated, my hand brushing over her heat, teasing her folds as I stripped off my pants. When I freed myself, I couldn't wait any longer.
I lined myself up and thrust, sliding into her pussy with the ease of a knife slicing through butter.
Aaah! Ahn! Gentle! Her moans filled the studio, her body arching under mine, but there was something off. Her cries didn't carry the melody of pleasure; they felt forced, scripted.
"Cut!" the director roared, his voice like a thunderclap.
"What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to sound like you're in heaven, not like someone stepped on your tail!"
Riya sat up, utterly unfazed by her nakedness. Her confidence was almost as intoxicating as her touch.
Her full breasts jiggled with every word as she shrugged. "It's not my fault, sir. He just shoved it in like we're on a damn timer. How am I supposed to get into the mood?"
She spread her legs unapologetically, pointing to her pussy. "See? Not even wet yet. You want magic? Tell him to learn some finesse first."
The room went silent for a beat before erupting into laughter. My face burned, embarrassment and frustration warring within me. Damn. This was going to be a long day.