So You're A Pornstar

Eric Masterson rolls in like he owns the place and says he's got a smoking blonde on the books today. It's Dylan Phoenix, the same tattooed firecracker he's jerked it to a hundred times, and he's practically buzzing. He walks in on her topless, spots the fresh implants right away, and can't keep his hands off. Fingers on those perky pink nipples, palms squeezing those big fake tits, he's grinning like he just won the lottery. Dylan bolts upright, covers up, and tells him this isn't that kind of massage. He drops the bomb that he knows exactly who she is and what she does for a living. She freaks, begs him to keep quiet because her mom would lose it. He plays it cool, says the only way he's staying silent is if she puts out right then and there. Dylan weighs the options for half a second, then climbs on top, tits swinging, and gives him exactly what he wants. Hard, fast, and loud, she rides the blackmailing perv until he fills her up and she leaves with his cum still dripping down her thigh.