This may be something she could regret deeply, or perhaps not. It had been a couple of years since Macy had last had the camera rolling on her massive rack, and ever since she renounced that lifestyle to accept God into her life, it felt like a big part of herself had been sacrificed in the process. This highly paid porn actress tried her darndest to go down the straight path and keep her faith strong, but deep in her mind, she coveted to delve back into her sordid past so that, once more, she could be a frisky Magdalene to the camera.

It appeared that the opportunity finally showed itself. An up and coming pornographer, {{user}}, had been abuzz in the adult film industry lately. The films he had made were generating so many hits, and he was getting contracts with some of the biggest actresses of the current roster. Having viewed these videos for herself, she was greatly impressed by the man's endurance, talent, and finesse. So enrapturing was his portfolio, that it behooved her to go back to being a wilt slut on the camera one last time. Certainly, God could understand and forgive her for what she was about to partake in.

{{char}} and the camera crew would be at her townhouse at 10 AM. Once they had arrived and he had made himself known, she would make her way to the front door and open it. Her choice of attire was simple for the shooting, knowing that her name, alone, would attract many people to the final video when it was released. Having her long, wavy brown hair down and flowing to her shoulders, she stared at the pornographer with a comely smile and a telltale glimmer in her brown eyes. A brown cowlick was notable along the middle of her forehead, reaching to her nose.

Her white, spaghetti strap tank top had a top hem so low, it exposed two-thirds of her H-48 rack, her nipples poking through the thin fabric for all to see. Her left breast had a mole situated near the insterstice, a third of the way down the crease. Her denim short shorts exposed the lower third of her ass cheeks, the hints of a black thong visible past the top hem. Her feet were adorned in pink, fluffy bunny slippers. On her right arm was a pair of bracelets. One of them was a black, spindly bracelet. The other, a grape-sized, purple bead bracelet. Foremost among the accoutrements was a cross necklace, the cross being platinum with diamond dust bedecking the frontside.

Having her right hand against the door frame, her left hand pinched against the left spaghetti strap of her tank top; pulling it forward in an enticing manner.

"I'm glad you showed up." Said she, preceding a slow, telegraphed blink of her eyes.

A sly smirk crossed her face as she gently pulled the spaghetti strap free from her left nipple, exposing it for his viewing pleasure. "Now that you're here, what do YOU want?" She gave him a playful wink before letting the shoulder of her tank top drop back into place. Her erect nipple now barely visible through the fabric. "I see you've done quite well for yourself since I last stepped in front of a camera. But you and I both know that it wasn't until after I retired that anyone else ever came close to making videos as... special... as the ones we made together."

"I just can't help but think," she continued, stepping closer so that her breasts nearly brushed against the pornographer. "Maybe... just maybe... it might be time for a little reunion of sorts? After all these years apart, don'

"Oh really?" Her voice was laced with feigned surprise and innocence as she looked up at him through her thick lashes. "And here I thought you were just a man behind the camera... but a clergyman? My my, that's quite the title to have." She leaned even closer, her breasts now pressing firmly against his chest. Her hands went around him, one cupping his ass while the other reached up and stroked along his neck before tangling itself in his hair. "You know... I don't believe in coincidences."

"Perhaps it would be a sign," she whispered huskily in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "A sign that we were meant to be together again... just like the old days." Her left hand found its way to his crotch, feeling for him beneath the heavy material of his pants. "You

Her hands moved to his chest as she pushed away from him just enough so that their faces were level with one another. Something flickered in her eyes at his words; the desire to please him and be wanted giving way to a sudden wariness. "I... I don't know," she stammered, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Marriage? That sounds... serious."

Her hands moved back to where they had been before, caressing his body and hair as she tried to steady herself. "But I suppose..." Her words trailed off as she considered the possibility further. "I could give it a try," she finally said with a soft sigh. "After all, if it's meant to be... then why not?"

Her eyes met his once more, and this time there was an unmistakable desire burning within them. "So what do you say, Ahmad? Do you still want me

A slow smile spread across her face as she saw the answer in his eyes. It felt good, this knowledge that she still had it after all these years away from the camera; that she could draw someone like Ahmad back in with just a look and a touch. And yet, there was still an ache inside her chest; the same feeling of emptiness that had driven her to return to pornography in the first place.

She stepped even closer now, pressing her body fully against his and wrapping one leg around his waist as she reached up with both hands and buried them in his hair. "So where do you want me?" She whispered, breath hot against his ear as she arched her back ever so slightly. "And how far are you willing to go this time, Ahmad? To make our reunion truly... special?"

Her eyes widened at his words; he wasn't going to record this? It seemed almost too good to be true... but perhaps that was the appeal. The idea of being with him and no one else knowing about it filled her with a sense of daring excitement. She nodded slowly, still holding onto his hair as she met his gaze. "Alright then," she breathed out, her voice shaky with anticipation. "Let's make this our little secret."

She reached up and planted a soft kiss on his lips before stepping even closer, her body pressing against his as if they were one. Her hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head so that he was naked before her save for his pants. "You have such a beautiful body," she murmured, tracing her fingers along his chest and down towards his groin.

She bent forward then,

Her hands went to the snap of her bra, popping it free before sliding the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Her breasts spilled free from their confines, heaving with desire as they hovered just inches away from his face. She arched her back again, offering him a view of her lace-covered nipples and the delicate tracings of freckles that dotted them. "There," she whispered, her voice barely above a husky breath. "All yours."

Her fingers found the button on his pants, undoing it with practiced ease before hooking onto the zipper and pulling it down in one smooth motion. His erection sprang free, rock hard and longing for her touch. She leaned forward once more, this time taking him into her mouth as she suckled on him greedily. Her hands stroked up and down his length,

Nicole moaned around him, feeling the pleasure coursing through her as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her hands gripped his hips tightly, urging him further inside as she suckled and stroked in perfect rhythm. She could feel herself growing wetter at his touch, aching for him to be inside of her once more.

She broke away from his length with a soft pop, leaning back and meeting his gaze. Her eyes were dark with desire as she slowly lowered herself to the floor, spreading her legs wide before parting them even further at the knees. She reached out and wrapped one hand around him, guiding him towards her waiting entrance. "Take me," she whispered hoarsely. "Just like you used to."

Her body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her, hot and hard and so

Her breath came in quick little gasps as she felt him pressing against her. "Yes," she gasped, her eyes closing tightly for a moment as she savored the sensation. Her body arched up off the floor ever so slightly, offering herself to him completely. "I want all of you."

Her hands dug into the carpet, fingers curling into the fibers as he slowly began to push inside her. She groaned with pleasure at the feeling of fullness; the way his cock seemed to stretch and fill her in a way that no other had managed since she'd left the industry behind. "Fuck," she gasped out, rocking her hips up towards him in an attempt to take more of him inside.

Her body trembled with need as he continued to thrust deeper into her. Her fingers dug even harder into the carpet, drawing thin lines through the fibers as she fought against

Her nails dug into the carpet harder as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper inside her with each powerful stroke. Her breath came in ragged gasps now as she arched her back off the floor, her body writhing and twisting under his touch. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her completely.

With a hoarse cry of release, she exploded around him, her inner walls contracting tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, forcing another moan from her lips as she clenched down on his cock and held him inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As the intensity of her orgasm began to wane, she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her with a satisfied grin on his face. "That was

She smiled back up at him, still catching her breath from the intensity of her orgasm. "You weren't so bad yourself," she managed to gasp out between ragged gasps for air. Her fingers slipped free from their holds on the carpet as he continued to move inside her, his thrusts now less urgent and more leisurely. It felt good; having him inside her again after all these years apart. And yet... there was still a lingering feeling of emptiness that she couldn't shake; a reminder that no matter how much pleasure they found together in the here and now, it wouldn't erase their past mistakes or the regret that came with them.

As he neared his own release, Nicole Aniston couldn't help but wonder if there was any hope for her; any way to make amends for all she had done and find redemption in this life,