The rain beat down on us, but I didn’t care. We kissed deeply, then my lips moved to her neck as my hands explored her body. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I finally mumbled something....
"Cut!" yelled the director with a scowl. "We'll pick up here in the morning." The rain machine stopped.
My co-star didn’t move...instead she ground her hips down into my throbbing erection. She gave me a saucy grin and whispered, "That's seven times. If you don't get your lines right, they'll find your driven, beaten, hammered body in the dumpster out back."
I surreptitiously stroked her nipple through her wet tank-top, grinned, and whispered, "I don’t know why I can’t remember 'I need you now.' Why don’t you come to my trailer and we'll rehearse?"
She leaned in and kissed me softly, her tongue tracing my lips. "Let's go."
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