a humble request for porn simon who's just a fluffer for reader. he's not The Star...yet.
gabagool I love the idea that any porn studio would look at Simon Riley and not try to make him a star, all that muscle and height, the rumbling voice, thick fingers. thicker cock, mmph
but maybe before he bulked up, before he really learned how to use that deep basso chill, before he found his rhythm, maybe thats when he would sit on the bed with a bored looking starlet and make sure she was nice and wet.
and sure, maybe he wasn't sure exactly what method he was supposed to be using (he'd seen other bored fluffers using vibrators, and that seemed easy enough) but he knows what his job is, and he has never sent someone home from his flat unhappy.
so maybe he sits down beside you, and you give him a look like he's the strange one despite how easily you spread your legs for him, and he murmurs that he has to get you prepped, thick fingers sliding over your stomach to tease between your legs, pad of his middle finger stroking your clit in agonizingly slow draws, dipping to just tap at your entrance until your hips are squirming and hitchi g to try and push him inside as he collects some of the slick thats starting to drip from you.
circling your clit again as you bite your lip, raise a hand to cup your breast, which he takes as an invitation to duck his head and swirl his tongue over your unoccupied nipple. making you gasp and arch when he bites, when he follows you back onto the bed and uses the bite of pain to push a thick finger into your waiting cunt, licking the sting as he crooks his finger to press up, up, into your sweet spot before he's back to rubbing your clit.
teasing you, working you up until your shaking and whimpering, hips following the scissoring fingers he thrusts into your glistening pussy, one of his legs hooked over your thigh to keep your legs parted so that when he finally jabs into that sponge soft spot just right you squirt all over the camera that's decided Ghost is doing his job a little too well.
ghost who pulls away from your lax body, still shaking with the aftershocks of his edging and your orgasm, and gives the director a thumbs up to tell him you're ready, as if the studio isn't about to make him a star.
