Filming porn with female college students

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He entered the studio. The lights were bright. A pretty, fair-skinned girl, about fifteen years old, with a youthful air, sat shyly on the edge of the bed, wearing only her underwear. The director was giving her some "psychological preparation." He walked silently to the director's chair and sat down. Beside him were the cameraman, lighting technician, recorder, sound engineer, and others. In reality, the entire studio was just a small hotel room with a single camera. Yes, he was the male lead in this short film. His original co-star had canceled at the last minute, so the director had no choice but to use this student who wanted to "work" for some pocket money. Girls often feel awkward when they first enter this industry, because they have to strip naked in front of the camera, act intimately with a stranger, and sometimes perform special techniques. They have to do it even if they don't want to, and even if they don't have an orgasm, they have to pretend to be excited. It's a real rollercoaster of emotions. He looked at the female student, thinking to himself that she would definitely get used to it eventually, just like the girl who often worked with him on films, who was now spending money recklessly. "Earning money with your body is still money, what's so shameful about it?" She had told him this after they had a passionate encounter in another city. He thought of her, this friend he only knew through casual sex, without any romantic feelings. If she really didn't intend to sell her body to "work," the director shouldn't have said "come and see the work environment" when he approached her. He knew that although the director was in this kind of shady industry, he would never use false advertising to force a woman into prostitution. The female student still kept her head down, as if she was still unwilling to agree. "How stupid. If you really don't want it, just say no, then get up and leave. Why are you haggling? What about only being able to touch your body with your hands, not being able to... You know your lower body will be penetrated by a man sooner or later..." the photographer next to him said disdainfully. He wholeheartedly agreed with the photographer's words. Times had changed. While chastity was an outdated concept, he still couldn't understand why female students, often fifteen or sixteen years younger than him, frequently came to film adult videos. Once, when he filmed with a fifteen-year-old girl surnamed Lin, who clearly only wanted to "work" once, he was astonished by her sexual skills. The ecstasy she experienced was something only someone with more experience could achieve. He'd also been approached by a group of female classmates to film group sex videos, leaving even the supposedly invincible and invincible him exhausted. Even more absurdly, a pair of beautiful twin sisters came to film adult videos together. He was so engrossed in embracing their naked bodies that he completely forgot he was filming. In short, in this industry, he thought he understood women, but it turned out he understood nothing, especially female students of this era. He observed this girl closely. Her face was ordinary, but her skin was fair, and her breasts were fairly full. Judging from her bikini-like underwear, her figure wasn't particularly outstanding. Why would a director choose a girl like this? Seemingly to prove her identity, her schoolbag was still lying to the side, her light blue school uniform neatly arranged. He smiled wryly; he'd seen this kind of thing many times. In the nearly fifty short films he'd collaborated on with directors, at least thirty involved female students. What did she think a student was? Judging from her appearance, she clearly didn't have any special skills. If his girlfriend hadn't been on her period, he might not have even considered sleeping with this student. He thought of his girlfriend and felt a pang of guilt, because she didn't know his side job was these shameful short films. He muttered to himself, "It's okay, I was forced into it anyway. She should understand my good intentions." He always comforted himself like this when he made a film. However, after owning fifty films and sleeping with over sixty women, his aesthetic sense had become strange. His girlfriend was just an ordinary girl; compared to those sixty-odd women, she probably only ranked fiftieth. But that didn't matter. The thought that beneath those beautiful exteriors lay hearts he couldn't fathom filled him with dread. He feared the women he genuinely loved might be secretly having affairs with other men. He might be able to ignore their past, but he couldn't tolerate their present infidelity. The evidence—many of the female students he acted with had boyfriends—reminded him of a crisis and awakened his obsession with beauty. Therefore, he preferred a woman without guile or materialism; he wanted a genuine heart he could grasp, not a glamorous but unpredictable love. He thought his lack of sensitivity to beautiful women was probably due to this part-time job. After negotiating with the director, she agreed. From her tone and indecisive demeanor during the discussion, he had already predicted she would agree. He took off his clothes and pants and moved to the bed. He climbed onto her body, a familiar sensation. Over the years, he had been with countless different women, each one radiant, white, smooth, and soft. But he had only ever sought pleasure with them, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, union after union. Yet, even as he penetrated their depths, he remained shut out of their hearts, as distant as universes. He wondered, were they wrong? Was he wrong for "raping" them? Was the director who provided them with this "job" wrong? Or was the entire societal climate wrong? He recalled his youthful exuberance after graduating from school—a laughable, yet even more pathetic, time when you were forced to become corrupt, driven by both the white and the black. Finally, he understood. Through his colleagues', or rather, his superiors', choice to take this job as a side job, he numbed himself, subconsciously believing it was a good way to escape being his superiors' substitute. During the filming of pornographic movies, he was merely an actor, bearing no real responsibility. He professionally unhooked her bra, then kneaded her tender breasts, occasionally flicking her pale pink nipples with his fingers. The studio was eerily quiet, broken only by the buzzing of the camera. Everyone present held their breath, seemingly forgetting their work, engrossed in the carnival scene before them. Urged by the director, he loosened the knot at her waist and carefully removed her panties. He examined them; they were expensive lingerie. He couldn't understand why a female student would buy such things, or how she could afford them. His professional enthusiasm gone, he didn't care to know. He then moved his face to the triangle of her lower abdomen, his nose gently resting on her soft mounds, his nimble tongue touching the very center of her desire—so red, so moist. His hands grasped her tender breasts, his tongue pressed against the cleft between her legs. He felt a force gradually lifting him up at the junction of her body and legs. Suddenly, she cried out in his arms. Was she crying? He wondered. The director rushed forward and draped a towel over her. She sat on the bed, covering her eyes and sobbing. Between her arched legs, he could vaguely see her pale labia. He felt a pang of nostalgia for the actress he'd worked with last time. Perhaps it was the unique plot that made him nostalgic. In the last film, the director had combined appetite and lust: a sumptuous meal, fine wine, soft music, a naked beauty, and intense panting... He lingered in those fantasies, only regretting that the actress in the last film was from out of town, working part-time to earn money for a personal trip. Actually, he was somewhat attracted to her. If she had stayed, perhaps he would have pursued her without hesitation. A man, he thought, could indeed fall in love with a woman he had been intimate with. Time ticked by, and his thoughts drifted back to the actresses he had seen before. He compared the breasts, the feel of their skin, and the pleasure deep within their bodies. He tried desperately to find out which one was the most special and which one was the most unforgettable, but he couldn't, because they all drove him equally crazy. Even with his extensive experience, he had to give in.The free website, Nuannuan, discussed their techniques. She might just be one of their many sexual partners, certainly not the strongest or longest-lasting, and certainly not the last. He remembered the twin sisters; to this day, he still didn't know if they would sleep with him when they fancied a man. Back then, the older sister's gentle charm and the younger sister's passionate allure had exhausted him for days. Thinking about it, he suddenly laughed out loud, because he was the only man who had completely conquered the sisters—although this was what the two sisters told him when they were having a late-night snack at a noodle stall at the alley after filming. Whether it was true or not was no longer the point, but without a doubt, the sisters understood men's psychology quite well. It was very lucky to sleep with them. If they met again someday, would he still be able to hold onto his throne? The director called his name again, pulling him back to reality from his past memories. It turned out that the director had calmed her down. Filming could continue. The director removed the towel from the female student's body, climbed onto the bed, and, frustrated by his comparison of the actresses earlier, found himself becoming increasingly picky. He couldn't get aroused again with this female student who wasn't particularly beautiful or considerate. So, he got up and moved forward, bringing his penis to her lips. The female student hesitated, but after the director's repeated urging, she finally reached out her slender fingers and grasped his penis, opening her mouth to take it in—the size of which perfectly filled her lips. He then moved his hips back and forth, trying to gain pleasure from the wet lips of this unskilled female student. Not long after, he became hard and erect again. The girl's petite mouth clearly couldn't accommodate his enormous size. Suddenly, he felt the head of his penis press against her throat, and a sudden urge to vomit made her push him away. Then she burst into hysterical tears, saying emotionally that she really couldn't continue acting. The director still went over to comfort her. He helplessly climbed off the girl and returned to the director's chair. After so many attempts, being interrupted every time he was about to get hard, he was really impatient. He had never seen someone as pretentious and affected as her. They were already on camera, and she was still like this... Suddenly, he wondered if he had been too cruel. She was only a minor, around fifteen years old, not yet adapted to adult life. But he shook his head. He shouldn't have the slightest sympathy for this kind of girl. Since she had already agreed to take off her clothes for this kind of scene, regardless of whether she and the male lead actually did anything, it already showed that her values were problematic. If they were going to film it, they should just do it for real. What's with showing only two or three points, using duct tape? External behavior is the most important thing. If she's been seen naked and touched, what purity is left? Did she think keeping that hymen would cover up her loss of virginity? Did she think her future husband would be grateful that she left him a hymen to break? He truly didn't understand the various discrepancies between reputation and reality in society. Female celebrities slept with producers to become famous, made Category III films to earn large sums of money in a short time, and allowed hosts to harass them in front of the audience to boost their popularity. Think about it, aren't those movie stars just like the extremely restricted film actress in his arms? The former for fame, the latter for profit. Yet, ordinary people cast extremely restricted film actresses with disdainful and strange looks. Isn't that incredibly unfair? Can watching actresses posing seductively on television satisfy him? Isn't it pornography that comforts young men and women coming of age? Moreover, movie stars sleep with a special class, people they can't even see, while the actress in his arms is essentially having sex with the public. Isn't this what Max called exploitation and technological monopoly? "Huh?" He smacked his head hard, his thoughts becoming increasingly absurd. "Where did my mind go..." She nodded again, agreeing to continue filming. The director removed the towel from her body, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and gently pinched her slightly swollen labia. He then parted them, revealing her vaginal opening. Her intact hymen covered the opening, which was now moist and glistening. He didn't do much foreplay, guiding his erect penis to her vaginal opening and inserting it. The girl's hymen didn't prevent his large penis from sliding smoothly to the end of her vagina. He then thrust in and out of her vagina at varying speeds. The sensation of penetration is the same for all women; it's just a matter of the tightness of the vaginal muscles, and how much psychological pleasure a woman's appearance, figure, and technique can provide. The warmth and moisture inside her aroused him even more, making his erection even harder and more intense. The female student remained completely still, showing no trembling due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body, seemingly boneless and limp, allowed him to pleasing her at will, much like a woman who had experienced countless sexual encounters. He was surprised and momentarily lost in thought, slowing his pace. She awoke from her passionate embrace, as if forgetting something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands, sobbing softly with tears streaming down her face. He was disgusted by this small gesture and, in a display of masculine strength, slapped her twice, shoving her hands away from her cheeks. She stared at him in astonishment. He thrust into her fiercely, filled with rage, not allowing her to lift him to the heavens only to slam him down again. He became even more savage, even more violent. She could only lie on the bed, afraid to cry, letting each thrust and push elicit a moan from her. Finally, after several interruptions, he ejaculated onto her thick, dark pubic area. But he felt numb, lacking the satisfaction of previous shoots. This time, it was merely completing a job. He had initially been annoyed by her antics and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to release it, no matter how troublesome. Releasing himself on a woman was always better than masturbating in private, regardless of satisfaction or arousal. He got up, tore off some toilet paper to wipe the blood-tinged grime from his penis, then turned away from the female student lying on the bed with her legs spread. He buttoned up his clothes, one button at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the director approach the student, taking out a towel and covering her naked body. The director gestured and spoke in a low voice, indistinct. He didn't care; in the film, he only exposed his body—from head to toe. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time working part-time. In the past, when he filmed with experienced actresses, including the pre- and post-coital showers, foreplay, and the most physically demanding piston-like movements, it would only take an hour and a half to finish. Then the group would go out for a late-night snack and then go their separate ways. He glanced at his watch. "It's 3 a.m.... Oh well, I guess I won't take a shower." He yawned. "Ugh... what am I going to do? I have work tomorrow, and a date with my girlfriend after get off work. I'll be sleep-deprived all day..." He opened the door and suddenly heard her blurt out a sentence, completely devoid of her previous sobbing tone: "What... so little money..." He closed the door, vaguely hearing the director and cameraman's angry roars after realizing what had happened. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made an extremely loud noise as they chased her. The sound of the bed when they forced her onto it was exactly the same as the sound he had made when he had frantically ravaged her. He knew what would happen if he angered them. No wonder they were angry; it turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun over the past four hours to inflate her price, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using various toys on her for their own amusement. He found it amusing. He had long ago told the director to cultivate a dedicated group of actresses, instead of just randomly grabbing someone on the street and asking them. If they agreed to make films, great; otherwise, forget it. Making pornographic films was lucrative, and if you could make a porn star famous, it would be even more substantial. But the director insisted on their consent; if they wanted to film, they had to come to him—a strange professional philosophy. The girl's piercing cries reached his ears. "Let her cry as much as she wants," he chuckled wickedly. In this dangerous place, everyone was only thinking about self-preservation. No one would bother with a gang-raped girl. There were already enough violent crimes here; rape was commonplace in this decadent society; this was his assigned area; and as long as he didn't get involved, no one else would. He walked down the stairs, yawning again. "Going home to sleep..." [The End][End of text][End of text][End of text][End of text]Is it good to watch free full HD videos of two people? She can't adapt to adult life yet, but he still shook his head. Don't have the slightest sympathy for this kind of girl. Since she has already agreed to take off her clothes to act in this kind of scene, regardless of whether she and the male lead actually did it, it already shows that her values are problematic. If you're going to film it, just do it for real. What's with showing only two points, only three points, or using tape? External behavior is the most important focus. She's been seen naked and touched all over. What purity is left? Does she think that keeping that hymen can cover up her loss of virginity? Does she think her future husband will be grateful that she left a hymen for him to break? He truly didn't understand the various discrepancies between reputation and reality in society. Female celebrities slept with producers to become famous, made Category III films to earn large sums of money in a short time, and allowed hosts to harass them in front of the audience to boost their popularity. Think about it, aren't those movie stars just like the extremely restricted film actress in his arms? The former for fame, the latter for profit. Yet, ordinary people cast extremely restricted film actresses with disdainful and strange looks. Isn't that incredibly unfair? Can watching actresses posing seductively on television satisfy him? Isn't it pornography that comforts young men and women coming of age? Moreover, movie stars sleep with a special class, people they can't even see, while the actress in his arms is essentially having sex with the public. Isn't this what Max called exploitation and technological monopoly? "Huh?" He smacked his head hard, his thoughts becoming increasingly absurd. "Where did my mind go..." She nodded again, agreeing to continue filming. The director removed the towel from her body, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and gently pinched her slightly swollen labia. He then parted them, revealing her vaginal opening. Her intact hymen covered the opening, which was now moist and glistening. He didn't do much foreplay, guiding his erect penis to her vaginal opening and inserting it. The girl's hymen didn't prevent his large penis from sliding smoothly to the end of her vagina. He then thrust in and out of her vagina at varying speeds. The sensation of penetration is the same for all women; it's just a matter of the tightness of the vaginal muscles, and how much psychological pleasure a woman's appearance, figure, and technique can provide. The warmth and moisture inside her aroused him even more, making his erection even harder and more intense. The female student remained completely still, showing no trembling due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body, seemingly boneless and limp, allowed him to pleasing her at will, much like a woman who had experienced countless sexual encounters. He was surprised and momentarily lost in thought, slowing his pace. She awoke from her passionate embrace, as if forgetting something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands, sobbing softly with tears streaming down her face. He was disgusted by this small gesture and, in a display of masculine strength, slapped her twice, shoving her hands away from her cheeks. She stared at him in astonishment. He thrust into her fiercely, filled with rage, not allowing her to lift him to the heavens only to slam him down again. He became even more savage, even more violent. She could only lie on the bed, afraid to cry, letting each thrust and push elicit a moan from her. Finally, after several interruptions, he ejaculated onto her thick, dark pubic area. But he felt numb, lacking the satisfaction of previous shoots. This time, it was merely completing a job. He had initially been annoyed by her antics and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to release it, no matter how troublesome. Releasing himself on a woman was always better than masturbating in private, regardless of satisfaction or arousal. He got up, tore off some toilet paper to wipe the blood-tinged grime from his penis, then turned away from the female student lying on the bed with her legs spread. He buttoned up his clothes, one button at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the director approach the student, taking out a towel and covering her naked body. The director gestured and spoke in a low voice, indistinct. He didn't care; in the film, he only exposed his body—from head to toe. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time working part-time. In the past, when he filmed with experienced actresses, including the pre- and post-coital showers, foreplay, and the most physically demanding piston-like movements, it would only take an hour and a half to finish. Then the group would go out for a late-night snack and then go their separate ways. He glanced at his watch. "It's 3 a.m.... Oh well, I guess I won't take a shower." He yawned. "Ugh... what am I going to do? I have work tomorrow, and a date with my girlfriend after get off work. I'll be sleep-deprived all day..." He opened the door and suddenly heard her blurt out a sentence, completely devoid of her previous sobbing tone: "What... so little money..." He closed the door, vaguely hearing the director and cameraman's angry roars after realizing what had happened. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made an extremely loud noise as they chased her. The sound of the bed when they forced her onto it was exactly the same as the sound he had made when he had frantically ravaged her. He knew what would happen if he angered them. No wonder they were angry; it turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun over the past four hours to inflate her price, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using various toys on her for their own amusement. He found it amusing. He had long ago told the director to cultivate a dedicated group of actresses, instead of just randomly grabbing someone on the street and asking them. If they agreed to make films, great; otherwise, forget it. Making pornographic films was lucrative, and if you could make a porn star famous, it would be even more substantial. But the director insisted on their consent; if they wanted to film, they had to come to him—a strange professional philosophy. The girl's piercing cries reached his ears. "Let her cry as much as she wants," he chuckled wickedly. In this dangerous place, everyone was only thinking about self-preservation. No one would bother with a gang-raped girl. There were already enough violent crimes here; rape was commonplace in this decadent society; this was his assigned area; and as long as he didn't get involved, no one else would. He walked down the stairs, yawning again. "Going home to sleep..." [The End]Is it good to watch free full HD videos of two people? She can't adapt to adult life yet, but he still shook his head. Don't have the slightest sympathy for this kind of girl. Since she has already agreed to take off her clothes to act in this kind of scene, regardless of whether she and the male lead actually did it, it already shows that her values are problematic. If you're going to film it, just do it for real. What's with showing only two points, only three points, or using tape? External behavior is the most important focus. She's been seen naked and touched all over. What purity is left? Does she think that keeping that hymen can cover up her loss of virginity? Does she think her future husband will be grateful that she left a hymen for him to break? He truly didn't understand the various discrepancies between reputation and reality in society. Female celebrities slept with producers to become famous, made Category III films to earn large sums of money in a short time, and allowed hosts to harass them in front of the audience to boost their popularity. Think about it, aren't those movie stars just like the extremely restricted film actress in his arms? The former for fame, the latter for profit. Yet, ordinary people cast extremely restricted film actresses with disdainful and strange looks. Isn't that incredibly unfair? Can watching actresses posing seductively on television satisfy him? Isn't it pornography that comforts young men and women coming of age? Moreover, movie stars sleep with a special class, people they can't even see, while the actress in his arms is essentially having sex with the public. Isn't this what Max called exploitation and technological monopoly? "Huh?" He smacked his head hard, his thoughts becoming increasingly absurd. "Where did my mind go..." She nodded again, agreeing to continue filming. The director removed the towel from her body, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and gently pinched her slightly swollen labia. He then parted them, revealing her vaginal opening. Her intact hymen covered the opening, which was now moist and glistening. He didn't do much foreplay, guiding his erect penis to her vaginal opening and inserting it. The girl's hymen didn't prevent his large penis from sliding smoothly to the end of her vagina. He then thrust in and out of her vagina at varying speeds. The sensation of penetration is the same for all women; it's just a matter of the tightness of the vaginal muscles, and how much psychological pleasure a woman's appearance, figure, and technique can provide. The warmth and moisture inside her aroused him even more, making his erection even harder and more intense. The female student remained completely still, showing no trembling due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body, seemingly boneless and limp, allowed him to pleasing her at will, much like a woman who had experienced countless sexual encounters. He was surprised and momentarily lost in thought, slowing his pace. She awoke from her passionate embrace, as if forgetting something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands, sobbing softly with tears streaming down her face. He was disgusted by this small gesture and, in a display of masculine strength, slapped her twice, shoving her hands away from her cheeks. She stared at him in astonishment. He thrust into her fiercely, filled with rage, not allowing her to lift him to the heavens only to slam him down again. He became even more savage, even more violent. She could only lie on the bed, afraid to cry, letting each thrust and push elicit a moan from her. Finally, after several interruptions, he ejaculated onto her thick, dark pubic area. But he felt numb, lacking the satisfaction of previous shoots. This time, it was merely completing a job. He had initially been annoyed by her antics and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to release it, no matter how troublesome. Releasing himself on a woman was always better than masturbating in private, regardless of satisfaction or arousal. He got up, tore off some toilet paper to wipe the blood-tinged grime from his penis, then turned away from the female student lying on the bed with her legs spread. He buttoned up his clothes, one button at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the director approach the student, taking out a towel and covering her naked body. The director gestured and spoke in a low voice, indistinct. He didn't care; in the film, he only exposed his body—from head to toe. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time working part-time. In the past, when he filmed with experienced actresses, including the pre- and post-coital showers, foreplay, and the most physically demanding piston-like movements, it would only take an hour and a half to finish. Then the group would go out for a late-night snack and then go their separate ways. He glanced at his watch. "It's 3 a.m.... Oh well, I guess I won't take a shower." He yawned. "Ugh... what am I going to do? I have work tomorrow, and a date with my girlfriend after get off work. I'll be sleep-deprived all day..." He opened the door and suddenly heard her blurt out a sentence, completely devoid of her previous sobbing tone: "What... so little money..." He closed the door, vaguely hearing the director and cameraman's angry roars after realizing what had happened. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made an extremely loud noise as they chased her. The sound of the bed when they forced her onto it was exactly the same as the sound he had made when he had frantically ravaged her. He knew what would happen if he angered them. No wonder they were angry; it turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun over the past four hours to inflate her price, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using various toys on her for their own amusement. He found it amusing. He had long ago told the director to cultivate a dedicated group of actresses, instead of just randomly grabbing someone on the street and asking them. If they agreed to make films, great; otherwise, forget it. Making pornographic films was lucrative, and if you could make a porn star famous, it would be even more substantial. But the director insisted on their consent; if they wanted to film, they had to come to him—a strange professional philosophy. The girl's piercing cries reached his ears. "Let her cry as much as she wants," he chuckled wickedly. In this dangerous place, everyone was only thinking about self-preservation. No one would bother with a gang-raped girl. There were already enough violent crimes here; rape was commonplace in this decadent society; this was his assigned area; and as long as he didn't get involved, no one else would. He walked down the stairs, yawning again. "Going home to sleep..." [The End]She nodded again, agreeing to continue filming. The director removed the towel from her body, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and gently pinched her slightly swollen labia. He then parted them, revealing her vaginal opening. Her intact hymen covered the opening, which was now moist and glistening. He didn't do much foreplay, guiding his erect penis to the girl's vaginal opening and inserting it. The girl's hymen didn't prevent his large penis from smoothly sliding into the end of her vagina. He then thrust in and out of her vagina at varying speeds. The sensation of friction during penetration is the same for all women; it's just a matter of the tightness of the vaginal muscles, and how much psychological pleasure a woman's appearance, figure, and technique can provide. The warmth and moisture inside her aroused him even more, making his erection even harder and more intense. The female student remained completely still, showing no trembling due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body, seemingly boneless and limp, allowed him to pleasing her at will, much like a woman who had experienced countless sexual encounters. He was surprised and momentarily lost in thought, slowing his pace. She awoke from her passionate embrace, as if forgetting something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands, sobbing softly with tears streaming down her face. He was disgusted by this small gesture and, in a display of masculine strength, slapped her twice, shoving her hands away from her cheeks. She stared at him in astonishment. He thrust into her fiercely, filled with rage, not allowing her to lift him to the heavens only to slam him down again. He became even more savage, even more violent. She could only lie on the bed, afraid to cry, letting each thrust and push elicit a moan from her. Finally, after several interruptions, he ejaculated onto her thick, dark pubic area. But he felt numb, lacking the satisfaction of previous shoots. This time, it was merely completing a job. He had initially been annoyed by her antics and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to release it, no matter how troublesome. Releasing himself on a woman was always better than masturbating in private, regardless of satisfaction or arousal. He got up, tore off some toilet paper to wipe the blood-tinged grime from his penis, then turned away from the female student lying on the bed with her legs spread. He buttoned up his clothes, one button at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the director approach the student, taking out a towel and covering her naked body. The director gestured and spoke in a low voice, indistinct. He didn't care; in the film, he only exposed his body—from head to toe. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time working part-time. In the past, when he filmed with experienced actresses, including the pre- and post-coital showers, foreplay, and the most physically demanding piston-like movements, it would only take an hour and a half to finish. Then the group would go out for a late-night snack and then go their separate ways. He glanced at his watch. "It's 3 a.m.... Oh well, I guess I won't take a shower." He yawned. "Ugh... what am I going to do? I have work tomorrow, and a date with my girlfriend after get off work. I'll be sleep-deprived all day..." He opened the door and suddenly heard her blurt out a sentence, completely devoid of her previous sobbing tone: "What... so little money..." He closed the door, vaguely hearing the director and cameraman's angry roars after realizing what had happened. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made an extremely loud noise as they chased her. The sound of the bed when they forced her onto it was exactly the same as the sound he had made when he had frantically ravaged her. He knew what would happen if he angered them. No wonder they were angry; it turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun over the past four hours to inflate her price, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using various toys on her for their own amusement. He found it amusing. He had long ago told the director to cultivate a dedicated group of actresses, instead of just randomly grabbing someone on the street and asking them. If they agreed to make films, great; otherwise, forget it. Making pornographic films was lucrative, and if you could make a porn star famous, it would be even more substantial. But the director insisted on their consent; if they wanted to film, they had to come to him—a strange professional philosophy. The girl's piercing cries reached his ears. "Let her cry as much as she wants," he chuckled wickedly. In this dangerous place, everyone was only thinking about self-preservation. No one would bother with a gang-raped girl. There were already enough violent crimes here; rape was commonplace in this decadent society; this was his assigned area; and as long as he didn't get involved, no one else would. He walked down the stairs, yawning again. "Going home to sleep..." [The End]She nodded again, agreeing to continue filming. The director removed the towel from her body, climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and gently pinched her slightly swollen labia. He then parted them, revealing her vaginal opening. Her intact hymen covered the opening, which was now moist and glistening. He didn't do much foreplay, guiding his erect penis to the girl's vaginal opening and inserting it. The girl's hymen didn't prevent his large penis from smoothly sliding into the end of her vagina. He then thrust in and out of her vagina at varying speeds. The sensation of friction during penetration is the same for all women; it's just a matter of the tightness of the vaginal muscles, and how much psychological pleasure a woman's appearance, figure, and technique can provide. The warmth and moisture inside her aroused him even more, making his erection even harder and more intense. The female student remained completely still, showing no trembling due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body, seemingly boneless and limp, allowed him to pleasing her at will, much like a woman who had experienced countless sexual encounters. He was surprised and momentarily lost in thought, slowing his pace. She awoke from her passionate embrace, as if forgetting something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands, sobbing softly with tears streaming down her face. He was disgusted by this small gesture and, in a display of masculine strength, slapped her twice, shoving her hands away from her cheeks. She stared at him in astonishment. He thrust into her fiercely, filled with rage, not allowing her to lift him to the heavens only to slam him down again. He became even more savage, even more violent. She could only lie on the bed, afraid to cry, letting each thrust and push elicit a moan from her. Finally, after several interruptions, he ejaculated onto her thick, dark pubic area. But he felt numb, lacking the satisfaction of previous shoots. This time, it was merely completing a job. He had initially been annoyed by her antics and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to release it, no matter how troublesome. Releasing himself on a woman was always better than masturbating in private, regardless of satisfaction or arousal. He got up, tore off some toilet paper to wipe the blood-tinged grime from his penis, then turned away from the female student lying on the bed with her legs spread. He buttoned up his clothes, one button at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the director approach the student, taking out a towel and covering her naked body. The director gestured and spoke in a low voice, indistinct. He didn't care; in the film, he only exposed his body—from head to toe. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time working part-time. In the past, when he filmed with experienced actresses, including the pre- and post-coital showers, foreplay, and the most physically demanding piston-like movements, it would only take an hour and a half to finish. Then the group would go out for a late-night snack and then go their separate ways. He glanced at his watch. "It's 3 a.m.... Oh well, I guess I won't take a shower." He yawned. "Ugh... what am I going to do? I have work tomorrow, and a date with my girlfriend after get off work. I'll be sleep-deprived all day..." He opened the door and suddenly heard her blurt out a sentence, completely devoid of her previous sobbing tone: "What... so little money..." He closed the door, vaguely hearing the director and cameraman's angry roars after realizing what had happened. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made an extremely loud noise as they chased her. The sound of the bed when they forced her onto it was exactly the same as the sound he had made when he had frantically ravaged her. He knew what would happen if he angered them. No wonder they were angry; it turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun over the past four hours to inflate her price, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using various toys on her for their own amusement. He found it amusing. He had long ago told the director to cultivate a dedicated group of actresses, instead of just randomly grabbing someone on the street and asking them. If they agreed to make films, great; otherwise, forget it. Making pornographic films was lucrative, and if you could make a porn star famous, it would be even more substantial. But the director insisted on their consent; if they wanted to film, they had to come to him—a strange professional philosophy. The girl's piercing cries reached his ears. "Let her cry as much as she wants," he chuckled wickedly. In this dangerous place, everyone was only thinking about self-preservation. No one would bother with a gang-raped girl. There were already enough violent crimes here; rape was commonplace in this decadent society; this was his assigned area; and as long as he didn't get involved, no one else would. He walked down the stairs, yawning again. "Going home to sleep..." [The End]

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