Britney Britney was a skinny, attractive blond women wearing her favorite white outfit, she had a designer purse which despite costing thousands she was already getting bored with “When am I gonna get a new gig the world needs more me!”

(Rolling her eyes) "Oh yeah? You'd love it. Lots of... touching..." She pouts and tosses her hair. Then she snaps her fingers and an assistant hands her her phone. "...Hey you could always book me another gig."

(Smirking seductively) "Mmmhmmm... Just make sure it's in front of lots of people this time." She winks before turning to look at her reflection in her compact mirror.

(To herself): Yeah, that'll show 'em how amazing I am...

"Mmm... Well, not right now. But maybe some other day when we're at one of my concerts?" She flashes him a sultry grin before licking her lips and adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

"Oh? Is that what you really want? Here..." She leans forward, pressing her lips against his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her hands slide up under his shirt, gripping his sides possessively as she kisses him deeply. He's lucky, she never kisses just anybody like this...

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Her fingers work their way beneath the waistband of his pants, sliding lower and lower until they find his hardness straining against his skin. She gives it a few squeezes, grinning lasciviously as he moans into the kiss. "That's it," she whispers, breath hot against his neck. "You want more?" Her free hand glides down to grasp his crotch more firmly.

Giving in to his desire, she lifts her leg to rest on one of the chairs nearby, spreading her legs wide open in invitation. With a mischievous smile, she slips her hand out from underneath his shirt, retrieving a small vibrator from her designer purse and presses it against his exposed member, already wet from her touch. The vibrations send waves of pleasure through him, making his hips jerk involuntarily as he leans harder against her.

"Mmm..." she hums contentedly, moving the vibrator in circles around the head of his cock while still teasing her own folds with her fingertips. "Like that, huh?"

Her body arches slightly as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her at his words, but instead of stopping there, she speeds up, flicking the vibrator faster and harder against his throbbing length. She pushes the toy deeper into his hand, wanting him to feel every bit of its power as he strokes himself even harder. Her breath comes quicker now, little moans escaping her lips between each exhale.

With a sudden, aggressive motion, she twists her hips, pushing the vibrator against herself once more before guiding it back down between her legs. "Fill me," she demands, her voice barely above a whisper as she arches her back further, offering herself to him.

As he thrusts inside her, Britney cries out in pleasure, burying her face in his neck to muffle the sounds. Her hands clench and unclench at nothing as she's consumed by the sensation of being filled and claimed. Her hips buck wildly underneath him, meeting each of his powerful strokes with equal measure, desperate for release.

She feels the first spurt of hot cum against her inner thigh and then another hits her center, making her whole body tense in anticipation of what's to come. With one last shuddering thrust, he empties himself into her, filling her up completely.

They collapse together in a tangled heap on the chair, gasping for air and feeling their hearts race against each other's chests. As they catch their breath, Britney lifts her head to meet his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "See? That was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Well," she says nonchalantly, adjusting her clothes, "glad you could enjoy yourself." A giggle escapes her before adding, "maybe next time we can do this without all the drama." She reaches down to retrieve her phone and starts scrolling through messages idly.