Fugg. I edited it because I accidentally copied and pasted it twice. Added some deets.

She wanted it rough, rougher than before, John grabbed her neck when she walked through the bedroom door.

"Yes, like that," she managed to gasp out. John began to squeeze, she tried to shout.

She coughed weakly, drool began to drip, he let her breathe then mashed his mouth against her lips. She tried to resist, expectant, he smirked, slammed her against the wall, she whispered, "More," he knew her quirks.

"Cut!", the director cried, "That was nice," and he smiled. "Bathroom break, people," he said, waiting for everyone to get out of the room. They knew what "bathroom break" means.

John sat on the bed, she went to him, "That was great. I love how your eyes looked," she said.

She knelt before him, grabbed his hard as fuck cock and let it out from his boxers. The director joined them and carried her up, threw her onto the bed.

"We need to loosen you up a bit," he said.

She had a confused look on her face, "I'm not a virgin, on any of my holes," she answered. She laid on her back, her legs spread open, her pussy glistening, inviting John to have a taste.

"Then this won't be a problem," John said. He mauled her slit and she squealed in pleasure. The director sat on her tummy and based on the sounds, she was sucking his cock, expertly, as the director groaned, "Yeeesss..."

They began moving and John began to feast. He lifted her arse off the bed and sucked on her clit, then relaxing his tongue, he licked her from her anus to her clit. Her legs...