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"You did WHAT???"

Angela slammed her hand on the desk. Yes, she knew that, as a singer, she was more of a *performer*. Her body and looks were just as, or more important than, her singing, and, well, her singing career was on the skids.

"Angela, baby," Angela hated when Jimmy called her that, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I leaked your pictures on the internet, but you gotta admit it's increased sales."

Angela slumped in her chair a bit. She muttered a bit, just wondering what she'd have to do next (and how much of it to show) for Jimmy's *next* publicity stunt. She didn't want to hear where Jimmy was going with this.

"But sales aren't good enough," said Jimmy. "Just a bunch of pictures doesn't mean anything. We gotta create an image!"

Yes, Angela certainly didn't want to hear more of this. "If we create more image, I won't need to wear any clothing!"

"Ha, ha, you're such a kidder," replied Jimmy. "No, well, you know how much your backup singers in your last album liked you so much? Well, they were *thrilled* to star in your upcoming video. It's gonna be even *greater* and *sexier* than what was leaked onto the internet!"

Angela replied the only words she could reply.

"You're going to do WHAT???"


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[candycanegirl]

Blaze smiled as Jimmy explained the premise of the photo shoot on her speaker phone. Since she was going to be starring in the video, they decided they might as well do a promo shoot to go along with it. Blaze had had a crush on Angela since she met her. She wasn't sure if the other girl swung that way or not, but she figured that a racy photo shoot was the perfect opportunity to find out.

She dressed in a pair of tight low-slung jeans with plenty of holes in some of the right places and a plain black tee shirt. Underneath were her favorite black bra and a pair of black boy shorts that left little to the imagination. She wasn't sure just how far the shoot would go, but she figured she might as well be prepared.

She hung up with Jimmy, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door. She showed up ten minutes early, which gave her first place at the make up chair. She sat and flipped through a magazine as her hair and make up were finished and she waited for everyone else to show.

OOC: Sorry, scribe. Still ill and not feeling particularly creative. I hope this works, though. Click the link at the beginning to see how I imagine Blaze.

 

[showdolly]

Keyboardist and backup singer Dallas groaned when the alarm went off that morning. She hated mornings, and to have to go do a stupid photo shoot at that time was just unreasonable. Maybe it would finally give her a bit of a chance to come out of her shell and get to know the other girls, though....

Dallas always had a hard time making friends. Once she made them, she never had a hard time keeping them - she was fiercely loyal and didn't lack things to talk about with girls her age, it was just... just that initial 'hello' which held back the pretty musician.
5'10" at 125 pounds, 25 of it in her breasts she often joked, Dallas was certainly a beauty. SHe drew plenty a male eye, but had been used and abused one too many times. The last time was the last, she'd sworn, and - not really seeing any other option - had sworn off love for good, and all that went with it. She even burned her toys - it wasn't even worth daydreaming about any more. The long haired brunette stripped down and showered before dressing in her usual garb - cut off jean shorts, and today went braless in a cut off tee. Things just fit so much better when cut off, and why bother with a bra when the makeup people would just tape her up and shit anyway.

Dallas grabbed her hand bag and her bus pass and trotted out the door. First stopping at the local coffeeshop for her daily dose of caffeine, she headed to the studio. Sure, she'd be about 15 minutes late, but wasn't that expected in the celeb world??

 

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Angela proceeded to the fitting room. Blaze had already gone ahead through the fitting room to makeup. Not yet meeting her was actually a bit of a relief -- the room wasn't exactly built for privacy and it was evident Jimmy had a perpetual budget. The room was small -- and, speaking of small, Angela pulled her outfit from the *small* bag and looked at it. She noted that the envelope she gave her newspaper carrier was larger. Angela gave a bit of a grimace at how much of a tramp... whore... she was becoming. She bit her lower lip and discarded her clothing into a much larger bag.

Well, the outfit certainly did not leave much to the imagination. It was all black -- or at least diaphaneously so. The bra -- calling it a "top" would be generous -- fit well against her breasts (hmm... wonder how Jimmy knew that). The boyshorts weren't exactly panties, but she was happy she didn't have to wear them outside. She could probably sneeze off the loose-fitting diaphanous top, which didn't even cover her navel.

No, she was worse than a whore. She was a *sell-out*. In any case, she left the room to make-up, and almost bumped into Dallas. An embarrased introduction later (what does one say when you can nearly see each other's tits?), and Angela was hurriedly off to the makeup room, where Edna, the makeup... girl (more like Jimmy's older sister with a legal habit), took care of her. That makeup included areas of her body that she never would attend to (outside the bathroom) did not help her situation. That makeup included areas of her body she would never attend to (outside the bathroom) while Dallas entered into the room for her make up session didn't help her situation, either. Still, all sense of privacy had long disappeared long ago in that *small* tiny bag. Angela courteously invited Dallas to sit in a chair and stay in the makeup room. She would only realize later that Dallas was in an even more unfortunately outfit.

Angela was soon enough released from the makeup chair, and asked Dallas if she looked "alright", an odd word to use by one dressed to wrap one's leg around a brass pole in the middle of a gentleman's club. Leaving makeup to the photo shoot room, she met Blaze, herself dressed in a matching and just as provocatively dressed outfit. Angela was simply stunned by Edna's transformation of Blaze, given that Angela certainly did know what Blaze looked like in a regular recording session. Angela did her best to avoid the obvious meatlike situation.

As Dallas joined the couple, Jimmy obliviously reintroduced to women to each other, and proceeded with the photo shoot. The room was cold, though Jimmy assured them the lights would make the room warm enough. Cold, embarrassed, and her nipples bloody obvious, Angela proceeded with the nipple -- er, photo -- shoot.

OOC: I figure in our next few posts, we can pose the three girls in all sorts of... poses. Keep it a nice wholesome skin-to-skin contact R-rating, of course.


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[ALittleDevious]

Photographer: Vivian

My name is Vivian, I am in charge of getting this video/ photo shoot moving. I work with people all day and like to keep things moving, all while having some fun of course.

The lighting is all set up an ready to go, camera's are all loaded for video and pictures, now it's just waiting for eveyone to get out here.

I see the girls start to come out. "Ahhh we are ready to start! Please come on over here and lets get some shots for a press relsease." I smile as the girls come over.

"One of you stand in the middle, and the others stand around her. Touch her provocatively, and look like you guys are enjoying it. Don't be afraid of touching each other, kissing, licking, Got the picture girls?" I ask as they start taking their places in the lights.

"Okay Crew lets get the video rolling and cameras shooting at all angles for this one." I say as I step back with my own camera.

 

[showdolly]

Dallas waltzed into the studio in a very not-hurried fashion. A bit surprised to bump into - it was Angela, right? - barely wearing anything Dallas nodded at the girl and made her way to the dressing area. Here, she was handed what she thought was a handbag. She assumed it was for looks, probably nothing in it, maybe a handkercheif or a scarf or something. She waited in the room, and when the fashion guy poked his head back in again he was upset with her for not being dressed.
She informed him that she'd not been given her clothes, and he unzipped the handbag and tossed a few napkins at her and walked out again. SHe picked them up, horrified to see -- yep, these were her "clothes". After seeing Angela, she should have guessed. She stripped down, glad she'd shaved not only her legs but her tatted pussy as well.

The black tighter-than-skin boy shorts had a slit in them right where Dallas' readable tattoo lie. How had they known? "EAT ME" shown right through the shorts, and at the angle she'd be sitting at her keyboard she was positive they'd squeeze tight enough for more than just a show. She pulled out the top, if you could call it that. Seemed to be strings with nothing more than a piece of cloth smaller than Dallas' own palm to cover her nipsters. She tied it behind her just as the wardrobe dude appeared once again, and he nodded his approval this time. Walking behind her and untying first the knot behind her neck and then the knot behind her back, he retied each of them tight enough that the strings now held the brunette's generous boobs upright and parallel to the ground. He explained: sitting behind the keyboard, she had to show a bit more skin than the other girls because not as much of her midsection would show. Right. Of course.

The tall, busty brunette made her way to make-up, where Angela already sat. She started to leave - a bit strange them all in practically nothing but underwear, if that - but Angela invited her to stay. They had makeup put, well, everywhere; the makeup artist even highlighted Dallas' tattoo. Greatness. They had powder in certain areas so they WOULDN"T shine, and oil in other places so they WOULD shine. Brilliant. Done up like a 2-bit whore, or that's how she felt anyway - Dallas made her way to the shoot set itself.

"One of you stand in the middle, and the others stand around her. Touch her provocatively, and look like you guys are enjoying it. Don't be afraid of touching each other, kissing, licking, Got the picture girls?"

Dallas blushed. What a hell of a way to make friends with these gals. Angela took the center as lead singer, and the other two girls stood on either side. First, they had quite a bit of room between one another, but had managed to get their arms up and on their neighbors. Dallas and Blaze each had an arm around Angela's waist, and the latter girl rested her arms on the other's shoulders. They were pushed closer, and instructed to "touch" with their free hands. Dallas placed her hand on Angela's tummy, and glanced at the other two girls and shrugged.

 

[scribe_m]

Angela singularly felt uncomfortable.

It wasn't that she didn't like girls. She *did*, and that was precisely what was disturbing her. She didn't mind looking at the more attractive girls in the audience. And a flip through the scantily-clad women in a lingerie catalog was... resistable. But to be in the presence and *touching* an attractive woman you hardly knew... that was a bit of a challenge.

Angela dutifully obeyed. She wrapped around hand around Blaze and Dallas' waists. Their skin felt warm to the touch. Must have been the lights and their own nervousness, but admittedly her hands lingering there were not an unwelcome thought. Their own hands touched her collarbone... waist... yes, definitely not unwelcome.

A few shots and words of encouragement later, they were in for a tighter closeup. Ummm... *Are* my breasts supposed to touch theirs, Angela wanted to say. Then the next shot had Angela sandwiched between the two women, and looking at the camera. Dallas' breasts felt wonderful and firm against her back, as her hands crept around Angela's waist. Angela herself pressed against Blaze, her hand touching her firm tight stomach. Thank god I don't have a cock... thought Angela.

And then Angela was instructed to turn around. To face Dallas. Holy **** thought Angela. Okay, calm down, act professional. Angela turned to see Dalla's beautiful eyes and promptly skipped a heartbeat. The shot was tight, and Dallas's chest pressed against Angela's. No ****ing way Dallas couldn't figure how d*mn much aroused I am, thought Angela. Blaze's breasts against her back certainly wasn't helping things.

Breasts, breasts, breasts. Why is it that when men hug, their cocks don't ram into each other? Maybe that's why they don't hug as much in the first place...



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[showdolly]

(OOC: Do we still have a Blaze, and/or a Vivian?? Was kind of waiting on one of them to post.... I'll go ahead anyway I guess!)

They were instructed to turn, and then Dallas was practically pushed into the beautiful Angela. Their breasts rubbing one another, the keyboardist was afraid that her hardened nipples could be felt through the thin cloth.... Well, ya know, with the cold room and all....
They were close, very, very close. At first they looked away, just... wherever. It was a bit uncomfortable. Then, they were of course instructed to look right at one another. They did, and it was only a matter of moments before Dallas began giggling. She couldn't help it. The situation was too embarrassing, too weird, too... naked. Okay well, they weren't naked, but they were damn near it. She giggled and giggled, and the photographer must have thought it was fine, because she just kept snapping pictures.

"This is so weird," she muttered to the girl in front of her. "I'm Dallas. Nice to, erm, meet ya... of sorts." She giggled again, trying her best to control it so it wouldnt' become an embarassing gaffaw of laughter.

 

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"This is..." Angela bust out in nervous laughter as the camera continued to click. Bust? "Umm... hi. A pleasure to meet you as well..." Angela flushed, Dallas' pertness quite apparent to her. Was Dallas becoming aroused? And did she noticed how Angela was feeling? It was a numbing experience in this very awkward situation -- which was to become even even moreso.

After finally getting a serious take, Angela was instructed to lay back on the bed. Her red hair cascaded over the side and she looked towards the camera. Her breasts, Angela embarrassedly realized, were at a very good angle which would at least show the young men how well she could sing. Dallas was instructed to lay on top of her. Angela couldn't help but hope to God Dallas didn't notice what was happening between her legs.

"Oh... that's very good!" praised the camerawoman, taking snapshots of the girls' faces. Dallas was repositioning herself on Angela gingerly, which only made Angela lust for the woman that much more. At least Dallas didn't have to...

"Now, put your leg between hers and your head sideways on her chest. I'm going to take some shots of the two of your from above." Vivian climbed onto the bed and stood atop the couple. Angela looked up at the camera, but could only feel Dallas's body on hers. Angela's hips began to writhe, her sex trapped against Dallas's leg. Angela's chest began to rise and fall against Dallas's head.

"Oh... that's a lovely shot," the camerawoman smiled. "It looks like you're really into it!"

OOC: I believe Dev's taking some needed time off, so we'll just share her character a bit until she comes back.


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[showdolly]

On top of her??? Dallas felt her face immediately get red and hot. She'd crush the poor girl!! Nonetheless, she did as she was told. She felt Angela's breath quicken, and worried that she was indeed suffocating the tiny chick. She raised up a bit, and the photographer showered them with praise.

They were ordered to move, and Dallas placed her leg between Angela's. She felt a distinctive... wetness there, and it made her catch her breath and blush a bit. She laid her head atop the girl's chest, as instructed, and just rested there a moment as her own breathing increased.
OMG! Was Angela aroused by all of this?? Was Dallas ignoring her own arousal? She hesitated only for a few moments, and then the normally shy girl made a bold move. Her hand found itself reaching for the spaghetti strap of Angela's top, nearest Dallas' own face. She pulled the strap down, and raised up that shoulder to get a view of the girl's breast. She wasn't sure how obvious it was, but she did notice the camera's wild clicking as she explored.

Sweat beading from both of their bodies at this point, Dallas couldn't help but blow a cool stream of air into Angela's top. Blushing, and not moving her face one bit as she kept her eyes away from the other girl's, Dallas replaced the strap where it belonged and waited for further instruction.

 

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Angela suppressed a moan. There was but a thin cloth of black between her wetness and Dallas's firm leg. The temptation to ride up and down it, to relieve her of this driving itch, was surely unbearable. Angela's head laid back on the edge of the bed, and she couldn't even see Dallas's face. She felt fingers on her bra. Angela's heart began to pump faster. What was this woman doing to her? But, god, it felt so good and the photographer was taking pictures and talking... talking normally! This couldn't be what was going on, was it?

A new set of pictures. The photographer was obviously inspired, and it was time for a new position. Angela kneeled on the bed, with Dallas behind her. Angela felt relieved that Dallas couldn't feel her wet pussy, but... oh, god. Dallas's breasts were pressed against her back again... and now her hands... the photographer said something and Angela replied...

"No... I don't mind..." Angela was still wearing the diaphanous top, but felt her bra slowly coming off. Hands encircled her chest and covered her breasts. Oh, god, she remembered now what happened on the bed. This felt *so* good... she lay back her head against Dallas's neck and gasped for air, her pouting glossy lips and closed eyes begging Dallas to touch her even more...


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[showdolly]

Dallas heard the photographer's instructions. They assumed the position, and Dallas leaned over Angela, pressing her chest into the girl. More instructions, and Angela's okay made Dallas blush. Yet, she did as she was told....

Slowly, cautiously, she unhooked the girl's bra and pulled it out from beneath the little top. She bit the inside of her own lip as she leaned further into the singer, and reached around to cup and caress the breasts of this girl she'd been admiring.
Angela's breathing, and the cuddling motion she'd made with her face into Dallas' own neck made it obvious that the girl was a little aroused... and enjoying this play. Dallas decided that it was time to let loose and also enjoy this... after all, they were going to have to do this anyway, and the pictures may as well be good.

Whispering into the other's ear, she finally let loose. "Does that feel good? I've never touched another woman before...." Dallas squeezed the pert melons the girl had, and without even realizing she'd done it she leaned down the tiny bit to Angela's neck and kissed it. A camera snap and encouragement from the photographer snapped her back to reality for a moment. "Have you ever been touched like this by another woman? Do you want me to do a little more? You're breathing so heavy...."

At this point, Dallas knew that the same was true of herself. As hre friend gave her obvious response, Dallas let her hands trail inside of the top. The photographer moved around where she was almost underneath the two girls, snapping pictures of Dallas' hands all over the lead singer.
Dallas felt her own sex begin to wet, and closed her own eyes as she let her hands trail all over the gorgeous, throbbing girl in her arms. Quite a bit of her ministrations revolved around Angela's small but perky breasts, and Dallas loved the reaction Angela gave when she'd squeeze and roll her nipples. Soon, Dallas was moving their bodies together in a rhythm, and the photographer had basically shut her mouth and was snapping pictures wildly.

 

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"Oh.... uh...." Angela almost inaudibly gasped as she felt her breasts carressed by the other woman. Oh, god, how Angela desired her nipples be tweaked, pinched, licked, sucked. Dallas's soft wet lips *so* close to her neck...

"Yes... yes..." Angela breathed, "Please..." she said. Dallas' wet lips on her neck made Angela ache with need. She could feel the moisture almost trickle down her leg. Embarrassment was quickly giving in to lust. Dallas was now squeezing... touching her nipples. Angela's eyes were closed, her back arched, her body undulating with Dallas' rhythm.

A flurry of camera shots sounded within the room. Angela could not help but writhe helplessly in the other woman's arms. Oh, god, she was feeling so hot. Her lips needed to be kissed. Her pussy needed to be touched. Angela swam with the thoughts of Dallas fucking her and making her cum.

But then the camera stopped. The photographer was just looking at them. Staring. Then she too regained composure and said, "Take her top off. Then place your lips together. I want to see you this way."

Angela complied.


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[showdolly]

Dallas pulled the other girl to a semi-upright position, both girls now on their knees as she freed the pretty, scared girl from her top as instructed. The keyboardist moved around in front of Angela, who was obviously in no condition to try moving herself just this moment. Nervously, but dutifully, Dallas leaned forward and only hesitated slightly before pressing her lips to the singer's own.
She let them rest there a moment, but felt the other's lust and it served to increase her own. In only a mere second, she closed her own eyes and began to move her lips... not only pressing them to the girl's, but actually kissing her. A slight moan and pressing forward by her partner prompted Dallas to begin slight experimentation with her tongue, allowing it to graze Angela's lips. She let her hand wrap itself around the girl's waist, and pulled her close. On a whim, she lifted her other hand to the girl's breast and continued massaging it as before.

Dallas wasn't sure what was going on really, but the lighting had changed and there was music being played - blaring almost, really. It crossed Dallas' mind that the music was familiar... she should've recognized it indeed, for it was their own music blaring over the speakers. Apparently, they'd switched to video mode and the music was for... inspiration, as if they needed any.

Baby, you've all I've ever held it seems,
In my mind and in my dreams.
Your body's form fits right with mine,
The love we make, so good, so fine.

I need you touch me, need you to please,
Go to the places, and don't you tease.
Get me good, let's go all the way,
Over the edge, babe, let's go there today.

The song rocked out to the chorus, with words which would probably be censored on the released versions through radio and in stores. It filled the air with an obvious lust, a need to be fucked....
And, by the makings of this video, someone had planned this all out long ago. Dallas was beginning to feel the effects of not only the music, but of this lustful girl's body pressed to hers. She wanted to go further... so much further than this, much further than she'd ever gone with another girl. Yet, for some reason, it just felt right. Angela needed her, and Dallas was nothing if not loyal....

 

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Angela could only kneel still as Dallas encircled her body. She watched her beautiful lips, and closed her eyes as the other woman's lips came closer. The feel and touch of her lips on hers made Angela gasp, just a little, as she accepted the warm touch, followed by the lustful probing of Dallas. Angela breathed harder as she responded, sucking and wrapping her tongue against hers. Dallas' hand was now pressing against Angela's breast, and she pressed it in further, her breasts aching for her touch.

The music began playing. Suddenly conscious of the camera, Angela noticed its cold stare at the couple, and broke the kiss. But she stared deeply at Dallas, as the camera focused on their two faces. The gliding upward angle of the camera told Angela that only their shoulders were in view, for now. Angela massaged Dallas hand into her breast. She couldn't say anything to her partner, but was clear with her needs.

OOC: Sorry for the short post!


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[showdolly]

Dallas felt emboldened by the girl's reactions to her touches. Still a bit nervous, and very aware of the cameras and crew around them, Dallas tried to play the part that she was indeed playing a part and not actually into what was happening. That of course, was not true, and she was extremely aroused and curious about what was happening.

She'd sworn off men, and she'd never really thought about it... but women seemed a natural alternative. And this one was certainly fun to play with!

Dallas smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind Angela's ear. One more sweet kiss, and a look crossed the keyboardist's eyes that likely would have made her partner wonder. She lowered her head and used one hand to point up a pink little nipple, and took it slowly into her mouth. At the same time, on a whim, she lowered her other hand to the girl's throbbing and wetting sex. Through the material, she cupped and massaged Angela's outer lips as she suckled and teased her nipple with her tongue....

 

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Angela gasped at Dallas' lips on her nipple. Her eyes closed and her back arched, as she wrapped her hands around the back of Dallas' head, gently guiding her to her aching needs. Angela closed her eyes, and could barely think what of her and her partner's body could the camera be filming? She let out a groan, as Dallas' fingers rubbed through her panties to her sex. Angela was quite wet, and the sensation of pleasure separated by thin fabric drove Angela wild with need. She did the inevitable, spreading her legs a bit, so that Dallas had better entrance to her sex. Angela herself pushed aside the barrier to Dallas's fingers, allowing her access to her slick silken slit. She herself wanted to feel Dallas, and her hand crept underneath the waistband of Dalla's stretchy fabric, seeking the moistness underneat.


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[showdolly]

Dallas felt Angela's hand join hers, and then move her panties out of the way. She couldn't help but grin, and as she rose to kiss the girl again she knew that Angela's hand were trying to make their way to the same spot on Dallas' body.

"What's the matter, sweetie? You like this?" Dallas grinned again, whispering seductively to her fellow musician as she slipped a finger inside that silken wetness she'd been teasing. Her other hand fell to clasp Angela's sweet ass cheek, firmly, and served to pull the two closer still.

 

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Angela could not help but be captivated by Dallas' knowing eyes. Their hands moved in rhythml, as they both sought each other's sex. Angela's eyes were closed as she accepted Dallas' kiss. Their tongues met, wrapped in wetness, and Angela let escape a low moan to her new lover.

"Yes... yes..." Angela moaned, Dallas' finger slipping in her tight sex. Angela's body undulated, seeking movement of Dalla's finger within her wet pussy. It was difficult to concentrate, Angela's hand laying flat against Dallas' mons as Dallas pulled her closer. Angela's firm breasts were now pressed again against Dallas. Angela wrapped her hand behind Dallas' neck, and gave her another kiss, more passionate, deeper.

The whirring video camera so close to them was fading fast into the background.


aka. Washu! ^O^

 

[showdolly]

Dallas was getting an insane sort of high off of Angela's reactions, and she watched every bit of them with intrigue. When the girl began to rock against her hand, Dallas pressed the finger harder into the girl and wiggled it in "come here" fashion. Angela's whines and moans were almost more than Dallas could handle, and the girl no longer cared that there were other people in the room.

She lowered her head to firmly suck the nipple which had previously been neglected, and made her way to lying on the floor beneath the singer. Dallas placed her head between the other girl's thighs and lifted so that her tongue would reach Angela's outer lips. She began flicking the nicely trimmed pussy above her, and let her hand reach up to once again fondle the other girl's tits. Mmm, the smell of her was dizzying, and Dallas was so into what she was doing that she'd completely forgotten they were being taped....

 

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Angela rocked back and forth on Dallas's wet fingers. She arched back, and moved her hips, attempting to let Dallas pierce her very core as deeply as she could. Angela's breathing grew more rapid, warm air escaping out of her lungs into the music surrounding them. A deep low moan was drowned by the sounds surrounding the couple.

Ummm... Dallas's fingers working on her tits drove Angela mad with pleasure. Dallas' tongue working against her snatch made Angela writhe in sheer delight. She returned the favor by pulling off Dallas' panties and spreading her delightful lips for Angela to see. Oh... so wet, so beautiful. Angela lowered herself, licking, kissing, taking in Dallas's beautiful wet pussy within her mouth. Angela moaned with pleasure, flicking her tongue, sucking Dallas's lips and clit, as her red hair cascaded between Dallas' thighs.


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[showdolly]

Dallas almost hollered with enthusiasm when Angela took initiative and leaned over, returning the sexy favor Dallas was performing. The keyboardist let her free hand roam the redhead, sometimes massaging a breast, sometimes caressing the girl's sexy ass right above her face.

All the while, Dallas' ministrations on Angela's sweet, hot sex intensified. Soon enough, she had her tongue implanted deep within the lead singer's sex and lapping up every bit of her wetness she possibly could. The music was still blaring, adding to the intensity of their little session, and Dallas knew that somewhere was a camera or two.... No one had said a word to them in quite a while now, letting them run with their lusts. Apparently, this was quite the setup. Either that or the girls had exceeded their expectations, and the crew wasn't really sure what to do about it.

Either way, Dallas was having a blast. She spread her legs to let Angela have better access to her own pussy, and soon she was plunging two fingers into the girl's wet cunt while she sucked purposefully on that sweet little clit....

 

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Angela couldn't stand it. The sweet delicous reaming she was receiving from Dallas' dexterous fingers were making her peak with ecstasy. She needed to come, to flood Dallas' lips with her own juices. Angela's pussy ached with the need to climax, to let rush herself into Dallas.

Angela, meanwhile, licked. Licked, licked, licked. Oh, god, she was in wanton lust, her mouth and lips wet with Dallas' beautiful juices. Angela moaned, part from the sensous feeling between her legs, part from the overwhelming desire engulfing her senses as her tongue sought more and more of Dallas' pussy.

"Oh, god, oh god, I'm going to come," moaned Angela. Her tongue ran between the swollen flesh of Dallas' pussy.


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[showdolly]

Dallas heard Angela's cries of passion, and in response added a third finger to the mix and furiously began lashing at the girl's clit with her tongue. She smacked Angela's rear end a time or two, just for emphasis and since her mouth was too busy to command the girl's orgasm.
The music was still blaring around them, and they'd find out later that indeed the entire deed was being taped. From inconspicuous angles in a couple of cameras, and from very conspicuous angles in others. Jimmy had plans for them, and the girls were falling right into his perverted mind's ideals.

 

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Angela quivered in great tumultuous excitement. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... cummmmmm..." she cried and shrieked as Dallas' expert fingers and licentous tongue thrust and fucked her wet little snatch. Angela could just barely contain herself to frig Dallas' own tight pussy. The music, too, could just barely contain the moans and groans of the two frantically fucking women. It was beautiful music on tape.

OOC: Hmm... looks like it's time to wrap this one up! Post again and I'll post a cute punchline. Let's do a hentai srp next, lol.


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