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.

"Oh, I'm not saying goodbye just yet." Her smile was coy as she let her fingers slip from the strap of the top, baring one breast for him. "Not until we make a little magic together..." She leaned forward slightly, offering herself up to him. Her nipple hardened in anticipation, the desire to be wanted again coursing through her veins.

Her cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words. "It's been far too long since anyone's paid me such a fine compliment." She reached out to him now, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, until their bodies were inches apart. Her breasts brushing against his chest caused her breath to hitch in her throat, desire overwhelming her senses as she looked up at him with a mixture of wantonness and vulnerability. "What do you say we go inside?" she murmured huskily, eyes drifting down to his lips before sweeping back up again. "I've been waiting for this moment..."

Her townhouse was modestly decorated with tasteful furniture and splashes of color. As she led him down the hallway, past her living room and dining area, she glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes shining bright with lust. Her heels clickety-clacked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the master bedroom, where a king-sized bed sat elegantly against one wall.

With a sensual swirl of her hips, she spun around and faced him again, hands curving into the waistband of her shorts. "Ready when you are," she breathed, letting the black thong be revealed inch by inch as she slowly slid the denim down her legs. She kicked off her bunny slippers, revealing her feet were still painted with polish, albeit chipped and in need of reapplication.

Her eyes never leaving his face, she let the tank top fall to the floor next, baring every inch of her body to him, including a shy smile that curved her lips. "There now," she purred, hands reaching up to begin unclasping her bracelets. "Are you still interested?"

Macy's smile turned coy as she finished undoing the clasp and slipped the bracelets off her wrists, adding them to a growing pile on the bedside table. "Oh?" she teased, bending down to retrieve her clothes while keeping herself mostly naked before him. "And here I thought you were just interested in me." She tossed the shorts and top aside before turning back toward him, wearing nothing but her black thong and a satisfied grin.

With one last look at his expression, she stepped closer and looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. "So," she purred into his ear, nipples hardening even more as they brushed against the fabric of his shirt, "what are we going to do first?"

Her fingers danced along his chest and down to the button of his jeans, undoing it with practiced ease before sliding the zipper down, revealing him already hard beneath his boxers. "Well, since I'm no stranger to filming," she murmured suggestively as her hands moved lower still, cupping him through the fabric and giving a firm squeeze that made him grow even harder in response. "How about we start with this?" She pushed aside the rest of his clothes, revealing his arousal fully freed, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "What do you think? Will it make for a good movie?" Her cheeky grin was utterly infectious as she arched an eyebrow, the gleam in her eyes betraying both her excitement and the hope that he'd want more.