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.

So am I. And I hope you know just how valuable you are to me in this situation. It would be my honor to work with you.

Well, I believe the camera crew is already set up in my living room. Shall we head there now? Just let me make sure no one's around... this sort of thing requires a private setting for maximum impact.

Taking your hand in mine, she guides you through her townhouse. The entire place is decorated with floral motifs and pastel colors, giving it an airy, welcoming atmosphere that is in stark contrast to the steamy debauchery they are about to partake in. Once in the living room, she leads you over to a plush couch before releasing your hand and lowering herself onto the sofa, spreading her legs invitingly beneath her.

"Okay, everyone," she purrs into the mic that's already attached to her tank top. "Let's get started."

I can tell you want me. You've been so hungry for this, haven't you? Just like I have. Let go of your inhibitions and give into the desire that brought us here today. You're not going to regret it... I promise.

Your cock is magnificent. It's bigger than I remembered... and that was barely an hour ago when we were shooting the introductory segment. My fingers wrap around it, feeling its girth, and my mouth waters for a taste of your length. I close my eyes as I slowly stroke you up and down, relishing in the power I know this tool holds over me... and soon, over you too.

"Oh yeah," I moan, looking up at you through lash-strewn eyes. "I've missed this."

It's true, I tried to leave it all behind... but sometimes the sin is too strong. The demon inside me begs for release, and there's no denying that need any longer. Even as a Born Again Christian, there are parts of my soul that crave this... crave you. And I can't help but wonder if perhaps God understands that.

I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the tip of your cock and sucking it hungrily into my mouth. My tongue flickers over the sensitive flesh as I take you deeper, bobbing my head up and down his length with practiced ease. It feels so good to have you back in my mouth... like coming home after a long journey.