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want to see some pussy, hmm? Or what about these gorgeous titties?”
    I was speechless; we all were.
    “Well, pussy or titties? Can’t make up your mind? I’ll decide for you,” she purred.
    Staring hard at the camera as though staring straight into mysoul, she unclipped her bra and discarded it. I held my breath, my face flushing. Her huge breasts swayed, enjoying their freedom. Dark brown nipples beckoned me. My mouth opened and my tongue searched like a snake seeking warmth, longing to latch on to one and suck it into my mouth.
    She pushed her biceps together, her cleavage nearly reaching her chin. Enjoying her own massaging, she lifted her breasts into her palms, weighing them as if each pound of flesh made them more appealing. She lifted one up toward her mouth, the nipple rigid as her tongue flickered over it.
    “You want to taste it, too? Want to bury your head in here?” She indicated the space between her breasts. “Or are you more interested in what I’ve got down there?” she asked.
    I had to lower the camera, follow her as she bent her head forward seductively, slipping her fingers into the sides of her G-string. Everyone gasped as she tore the flimsy material off and licked at the crotch, staring at me mischievously with a slight smile on her lips.
    All the guys on set were jealous, I’m sure; me, I was in awe of her.
    “Oh yeah, that tastes good,” she whispered. Then she held the G-string in her hand, her beautiful upturned nose delicately sniffing. “Ah, yes, what an aroma.”
    Totally nude, she walked gracefully to the white couch. She lay back against the armrest, her hair framing her face. The darkness of her skin against the starkness of the white background made her beauty even more apparent.
    The camera and I moved toward her as though one. I panned down from her face, over her luscious breasts with those dark nipples just begging for me to touch, and onward over her mound to her pussy. She had a wiry black bush. Pubic hair was growingwild over her mound. This was new; most girls loved to display themselves with a Brazilian, totally waxed and free of hair.
    I wanted to kiss her sexy mouth, to throw myself down on her gorgeous body, but that, unfortunately, was not my job. I longed to be the star in my own porno movie, but I was not one of the attractive ones.
    I focused in on her pussy, which she so kindly opened up for me. Her white fingernails roamed through her black pubic hair and into the folds and I realized why she’d painted them that way. It was as though her pussy was an entity on its own and the nails actually made it come to life, like a living breathing pulsating object, to be admired, lusted after, and of course used.
    “You like what you see?” she asked me.
    I didn’t answer, too busy making sure I’d gotten all the important bits in the shot.
    “Hey, I asked you a question. You like looking at my snatch? Look at it, take a good look, because you’ll never see another one this good again.”
    I had to agree with her on that one. She’d had her fingers inside and now brought one up to her lips, to lick, to roll her tongue around.
    “Hmm, tastes good, too.”
    In walked the star of the film we were shooting. She sauntered over to Delight, confident of her ability to perform for the camera as well and already nude. Her eyebrows rose just a fraction when she caught sight of this amazingly sexy woman who had the potential to steal her limelight.
    Delight was a smart girl. She was giving nothing away. She was there to impress and she was certainly getting our votes.
    Paula, the star, slapped Delight on the thigh before lowering herself to kneel in between those amazing legs. I moved infor a closer shot. Her tongue shot out tentatively to flicker at Delight’s clit. She showed her appreciation by moving her pelvis upward, wanting Paula’s tongue to do some more work as she stared sexily at the camera.
    “Lick that pussy, baby; lick it like you’ve never licked one