Pope treats porn like a science. It is something you can be good at. And then falls in love with his favorite scene partner. Oops.
oops !!! pope falling in love with a costar is inevitable. he’d never admit it, he thought it was impossible. he’s been able to separate on screen lust from actual connection for years loud and wrong. then you walk onto set. you’re all smiles and giggles, smelling like candy and covered in body shimmer— he’s entranced. you’re so sweet to everyone on production, proving why you’re the industry’s princess at the moment. and there he is still fumbling with his script and scowling at everyone in the room as he tries his best to get into role. he can’t remember the last time he was this nervous for anything, let alone a scene.
luckily you find it endearing. you’re not fooled by his shy behavior, however. you’ve seen his work … you know exactly how intense he is.
but when you start feeling him up in front of the cameras you sense how tense he is from his nerves, as you play your role of the girl next door seducing her ex-con neighbor. his cock throbs under your palm that’s rubbing him over his jeans, thick and undoubtedly heavy. you lean in and gasp over his lips when he ruts his hips upwards to meet your heavy petting. his rough hand settles over yours to keep you there while you just barely meet one another in a glitter gloss covered kiss.
the center camera comes closer, getting a perfect shot of your big eyes looking over his features while he stares back at you and rasps out his line, “have you ever been with a criminal, baby?”
“no, sir.” you breathe back innocently while shaking your head. you whine quietly when he dodges your attempt to get another kiss out of him. a sign of control, as if the firm grip on your jaw isn’t enough.
“get on your knees, then— we’ll see if you can handle it.”