Harley Haze and Porn Dude Write the Perfect Script
You ever get the wrong package dropped off at your door? It’s usually a pain in the ass, but in my case today, Harley Haze was my delivery driver, and she was quick to fix her mistake. “I messed up, this is Mr. Smith’s box,” she said, “but I have yours. See? Look. It says Porn Dude.” I think the girl was a little starstruck by meeting a real filmmaker, and started asking about the script I was working on. “It has to do with that?” she asked, eyeballing the double-ended purple thing she’d just brought me. “Is it supposed to be turning me on a little bit?” And that, my friends, is how Harley and I ended up collaborating. “Your writing is so good,” she said, grabbing my dick. “Just stroke it like she did in the movie, right?” We acted out the whole first scene I’d written, starting with a dual-fisted handy before experimenting with some toys. “I learned that from your script,” she said with a jerk. We made some quick tweaks to the plot I’d come up with, and then Harley climbed onto my lap. “This is really turning me on!” I could tell just by hearing how wet she was, and from the way her pedicured tootsies curled, I knew I was only ramping it up. “You like when I bounce on your cock like that?” Harley turned around to ride me backwards, bouncing higher and higher. “Fuck, that feels so good, Porn Dude!” Still plugged in, we rolled onto our sides, Harley shoving the big pile of sex toys out of the way. “Fuck, you’re giving it to me so deep!” She got on her knees next, and I got behind her. I gripped Harley’s waist while she gripped the cushions, pounding slow and building up steam. I needed to know how well my new props would work when we actually shot the feature. So we played with the big purple toy next. “What a fun movie prop!” I teased her with one end while boning her with the other, making her squirm and moan and giggle. Then she bent over the back of the couch and I climbed up with her for some balls-deep pounding. The couch creaked and the girl swore, telling me, “You’re really good at that, Porn Dude!” Harley rolled onto her back, and then her eyes rolled back as I slammed her. “You’re gonna make me cum all over that cock,” she moaned. “Fuck, I’m cumming for you!” She was all smiles when I told her I was about to do the same. “I want you to cover me in your cum!” Harley caught my glistening load and thanked me for showing her my props and my script, but she wasn’t done. “I know what the ending should be,” she said, grabbing my laptop for some last-minute additions.
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