Melody laid in the dirt beneath the house, eyes bulging at the humongous dick that had crashed through the house's floor above her. She had seen her share of big ones in her time as a self-proclaimed dickfluencer who racked up views and subscriptions by fucking her way around the world. But THIS?! It defied the logic of what a human should have. His balls were bigger than an elephant's for god sakes! They had to be heavy enough to crush her if their whole weight fell on her. How else could they turn wood panels into a pile of splinters no matter how old they were.
"No. No!" She cried when it started coming, and cumming, for her. The hulking serial killer's whole package ripped up boards on its path down the hallway where she had fallen through. Crawling backward, she stared at the thing she could never hope to tame and soon ended up against a grate.
"Please donmmph." Leatherface's bulb pushed itself between her puffy dick-sucking lips. She glanced at the metal pipe that narrowly saved her from experiencing a very real and deadly skullfuck, holding back his full size. She couldn't expect it to hold out forever though, so she did what she did best: she started blowing him.
Slurping on his knob was second nature after making a name for herself online as a top tier Blowjob Queen. She had an entry in the sex version of Guinness and everything! His sack relaxed onto her itty bitty bits, straining her breathing - but if there's one thing she could handle besides a cock, it was holding her breath.
"Mel! Melody! Where are you?"
That voice! As soon as she heard her sister, Melody banged the grate and shouted into the phallus lodged all around her mouth. It didn't accomplish much with his girth sealing and stretching wide. Much except earning her a frosty payload! Faster than any man she'd ever been with before, Leatherface's years of unmet needs blasted on her face, covering up the sweat and dirt she'd gathered there with something more to her natural element. It was a mask of cum suited to her style and person, a jizz stain on the jizz canvas of her head. Even when he shrunk, she still only barely managed to pull it out of her mouth with a loud pop.
"HELP! Heeeeelp!" She shrieked, hoping someone, anyone could hear her.
"Aaaaand cut!"
"Uggh. Uhh that's nasty. I think I'm gonna hurl."
Sarah Yarkin spit up every ounce of semen she could. Its bitter gooey taste coated her tongue while its stench flooded her nose with what she had spent her whole career trying to avoid. All those days of refusing advances from shitty producers or offers of entering porn when prospects were low came to nothing once the script rewrites poured in.
She had agreed to so much already as part of joining this Texas Chainsaw Massacre requel. Lie under a bed crying for days? Sure. Endure fake shit poured on her head? Why not. Little did she know that with every knew scene, the director and writers shifted their concept of her from an influencer and entrepreneur who had enough business savvy to join in revitalizing Harlow, to a horny idiot who thought all that talk of holes in the walls meant lots of glory hole fucking.
As she went to wipe off the spunk, a shout stopped her.
"Hold it! Don't touch one drop."
"Why!?" Sarah said. "This shit is nasty!"
"Too bad. We're going for authentic practical effects here. We can't recreate that look, there's no way we're fixing it in post, and you have no idea how pissed off the TCM fans will be if they can tell it's not the same."
"IT'S JIZZ."
"Jizz, blood, same thing. Point is your character wouldn't have a problem with wearing it. If you can't handle it then maybe you're not the great method actress you said you were."
"Fine." Sarah growled. "FINE! I'll keep it on, okay? Happy? Now let's keep going. The sooner we wrap, the sooner I can wash this filth off me."
The stench of failure hung heavy in her nose, but little did she know that this was only the smallest, tamest sex scene they had for her compared to what would come next.
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Sarah Yarkin Reshoots: Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Melody laid in the dirt beneath the house, eyes bulging at the humongous dick that had crashed through the house's floor above her. She had seen her share of big ones in her time as a self-proclaimed dickfluencer who racked up views and subscriptions by fucking her way around the world. But THIS?! It defied the logic of what a human should have. His balls were bigger than an elephant's for god sakes! They had to be heavy enough to crush her if their whole weight fell on her. How else could they turn wood panels into a pile of splinters no matter how old they were.
"No. No!" She cried when it started coming, and cumming, for her. The hulking serial killer's whole package ripped up boards on its path down the hallway where she had fallen through. Crawling backward, she stared at the thing she could never hope to tame and soon ended up against a grate.
"Please donmmph." Leatherface's bulb pushed itself between her puffy dick-sucking lips. She glanced at the metal pipe that narrowly saved her from experiencing a very real and deadly skullfuck, holding back his full size. She couldn't expect it to hold out forever though, so she did what she did best: she started blowing him.
Slurping on his knob was second nature after making a name for herself online as a top tier Blowjob Queen. She had an entry in the sex version of Guinness and everything! His sack relaxed onto her itty bitty bits, straining her breathing - but if there's one thing she could handle besides a cock, it was holding her breath.
"Mel! Melody! Where are you?"
That voice! As soon as she heard her sister, Melody banged the grate and shouted into the phallus lodged all around her mouth. It didn't accomplish much with his girth sealing and stretching wide. Much except earning her a frosty payload! Faster than any man she'd ever been with before, Leatherface's years of unmet needs blasted on her face, covering up the sweat and dirt she'd gathered there with something more to her natural element. It was a mask of cum suited to her style and person, a jizz stain on the jizz canvas of her head. Even when he shrunk, she still only barely managed to pull it out of her mouth with a loud pop.
"HELP! Heeeeelp!" She shrieked, hoping someone, anyone could hear her.
"Aaaaand cut!"
"Uggh. Uhh that's nasty. I think I'm gonna hurl."
Sarah Yarkin spit up every ounce of semen she could. Its bitter gooey taste coated her tongue while its stench flooded her nose with what she had spent her whole career trying to avoid. All those days of refusing advances from shitty producers or offers of entering porn when prospects were low came to nothing once the script rewrites poured in.
She had agreed to so much already as part of joining this Texas Chainsaw Massacre requel. Lie under a bed crying for days? Sure. Endure fake shit poured on her head? Why not. Little did she know that with every knew scene, the director and writers shifted their concept of her from an influencer and entrepreneur who had enough business savvy to join in revitalizing Harlow, to a horny idiot who thought all that talk of holes in the walls meant lots of glory hole fucking.
As she went to wipe off the spunk, a shout stopped her.
"Hold it! Don't touch one drop."
"Why!?" Sarah said. "This shit is nasty!"
"Too bad. We're going for authentic practical effects here. We can't recreate that look, there's no way we're fixing it in post, and you have no idea how pissed off the TCM fans will be if they can tell it's not the same."
"IT'S JIZZ."
"Jizz, blood, same thing. Point is your character wouldn't have a problem with wearing it. If you can't handle it then maybe you're not the great method actress you said you were."
"Fine." Sarah growled. "FINE! I'll keep it on, okay? Happy? Now let's keep going. The sooner we wrap, the sooner I can wash this filth off me."
The stench of failure hung heavy in her nose, but little did she know that this was only the smallest, tamest sex scene they had for her compared to what would come next.