Chapter 2

Floyd grabbed a condom with one hand and put it on his penis.

"No, I'm not ready!" Sienna pushed Floyd back in horror as his impressive size made her buttocks sore. Floyd maliciously released his arm around her waist and stood up, forcing Sienna to exclaim and then reach out to hug his neck. "No! I'm going to fall!"

The camera started rolling, and as Floyd kissed Sienna's neck, he whispered softly in her ear, "Sienna, this time, I will make sure you climax so hard you pass out."

As it was a beautiful female-oriented film, to avoid making female viewers uncomfortable, even during the act, male actors were not allowed to curse. So, Floyd could only say it to Sienna privately.

He pushed up in a standing position, and his thick and long penis aimed at Sienna's vagina and thrust inside. Sienna felt a sudden weight on her waist as the large penis pushed her upper body back, creating a beautiful arch like a slender crescent moon.

Floyd's cock went too deep.

Sienna groaned, and Floyd, still holding her buttocks, began to walk towards the table while thrusting vigorously. Floyd's penis was highly praised among the actresses under the group, with everyone saying it was good and wanting more. However, Sienna felt like her stomach was about to burst and burn; Floyd must have reached her cervix.

"Stop! Ah, you're too deep, I can't take it."

Sienna was always very wet, and Floyd began to thrust vigorously while squeezing Sienna's breasts. After a scream from Sienna, she immersed herself in waves of pleasure, with fluids running down her thighs and even some dripping from Floyd's shaking scrotum onto the floor. The white droplets contrasted vividly against the black tiles.

"You can't handle this much?" Floyd deliberately pushed his penis in deeply and then slowly pulled it out, teasing, "You were so confident earlier. Why can't you handle it now?"

Sienna mentally vowed to remember this moment. Despite her inner frustration, she had to put on a fragile and helpless facade, pushing her chest towards Floyd's face. "Please spare me, I'll do anything."

Floyd smiled, pulled his penis out of Sienna's vagina, grabbed her hair, and pushed her head towards his crotch. Smirking, Floyd said, "Suck it."

Out of the camera's view, Sienna pinched Floyd's tight buttocks hard.

Floyd was overstepping boundaries! Adding scenes without permission! Reluctantly, Sienna opened her mouth and struggled to take Floyd's penis in, as generally, unless specifically requested by the director for a particular scene, actors negotiated such acts themselves. This time, there was no mention of oral scenes, and Floyd was taking liberties.

Sienna decided to embarrass Floyd. She pretended to be inexperienced at giving head, but she was actually using her tongue and teeth to tantalize Floyd's penis. Her slick tongue and fine teeth worked together perfectly, making Floyd gasp and, unable to hold back in front of the camera, show a rare look of genuine pleasure.

Sienna looked up at Floyd with eager eyes.

In return, Floyd twisted Sienna's pale pink nipple, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably, along with a reluctant moan escaping her mouth. Her mouth was a sensitive spot that most male actors who worked with Sienna didn't know about, but Floyd discovered it the first time they worked together. He usually avoided touching it to prevent Sienna from getting too tired and invested in her work.

But this time, both were fully engaged in showcasing their skills. Sienna knew the shooting had a minimum duration of 20 minutes, and she maliciously thought, 'I'll make you ejaculate early, Floyd.'

Her tongue delved into the front part of the glans penis, making sucking sounds, and Floyd let out a low growl, veins popping on his forehead. He pulled Sienna up from the floor, placed her back on the table, and thrust his penis forcefully into her.

Both sighed in pleasure. Sienna tightened her vaginal walls as Floyd started to hit her sensitive spots. Their moans and gasps intertwined, and it was unclear whose body fluids dripped from their union. Floyd pounded into Sienna like a pile driver, thrusting relentlessly.

Floyd said, "I'll make you climax until you pass out."

The photographer swallowed hard, feeling aroused, a rare occurrence after years in the industry. His assistant had already rushed to the restroom to relieve himself.

Fifteen minutes had passed. During this time, Floyd had pulled Sienna onto the floor and thrust into her for a while. Then, he flipped her over and took her from behind. Sienna, being much more sensitive, couldn't hold back. Floyd, with his experience and precise, deep thrusts, made her climax on the floor. It wasn't a faked orgasm; she truly squirted.

This left Floyd smiling for the rest of the shoot.

But Floyd wasn't in great shape either. He felt like his balls were about to burst, and his prostate was slightly uncomfortable from holding back for so long. He was relying on years of experience to resist the urge to climax. He was surprised himself—Sienna wasn't exceptionally beautiful, nor did she have a large chest, yet having sex with her felt incredibly good.

Her vagina felt like an endless, tight grip, almost like a powerful little mouth enveloping him. She was incredibly wet and warm inside. Floyd thought to himself that this was more intoxicating and irresistible than any other actress he had ever been with.

He quickened his pace, and Sienna was already melting with pleasure. Her weak moans were more enticing than any provocative words. Floyd's mind wandered to removing the condom and filling Sienna's uterus with his semen.

Floyd was almost at his limit. He felt like he had already leaked a bit of semen. His strong lower back muscles tensed up, his leg muscles bulged, and sweat dripped down his body. Finally, after twenty minutes, Floyd couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated with a loud roar.

Sienna was tightly held by him as his hot penis pulsated inside her, even through the condom, making her feel as if she was being filled with his warm seed.

The photographer hurriedly called for a break, covering his arousal and heading backstage. Sienna lay in Floyd's arms, catching her breath.

Taking advantage of the moment, Floyd groped Sienna's breasts, a gesture that would constitute sexual harassment after filming. However, with their lower bodies still connected, Sienna didn't bother to argue with him.

"When will you shoot again, Sienna? I want to partner with you."

"Go to hell." Sienna weakly pushed away Floyd's hand. "I'm not shooting with you again. I'm exhausted, and I think I should quit this industry soon."

"After you quit, come find me. I'll take care of you."

"Get lost."