Gifted to the ‘ladykiller’

*Camilla* Tryíng not to show the discomfort on my face, I lean over resting my hands on the toilet seat and push my ass into the air. "f**k me, please f**k me with you big quarterback d**k, just the way I love it". "Oh you really are a horny b***h aren't you". He says, stepping up behind me, his hand caressing my ass, then leaving a hard slap, making me gasp. I try hiding it with a fake moan. He steps closer, grabbing my hips and thrusting against me with a growl. I move with him, moaning and gasping, as his body slaps against mine. Hoping we can get this over with soon, I am beyond bored and annoyed. And to be honest my lower back hurts. "Harder, faster". I moan while thrusting back against him. Maybe I should cook something today, real food ? "f**k me harder, make me scream". He moves faster, slamming against me, making me almost tumble over, damn watch it buster. "Oh God you are so hot, so wet and so tight, I am going to c*m soon". I look into the camera in front of me, pulling out my orgasm face and begin to moan more enthusiastically and shiver. "Oh God, Oh God you are making me c*m so hard". I want to roll my eyes, as if, seriously I doubt any woman would actually like this. "Yes, yes, yes". He yells and stiffen behind me, pretending to c*m. "And cut". The director yells. "Good work, you c*m so beautifully Camilla". I quickly grab the robe, pulling it around me, to cover my body. "Thanks". I look around, this is what I do, I am 20 years old with dreams of being a real actress, but so far I do naked pictures and soft porn. You know the kind, it’s like porn, with nudity and groping but no actual penetration. Like a s*x scene in a bold movie, just the entire time and with worse language. But at least it’s better than my life was before, when I lived at home with my dad, infamous businessman turned politician; Ferdinando La Rosa. "You were great today, very sexy". My boyfriend Vincenzo Caruso comes over to kiss me. "I am still claiming you would be a smash hit if you did real porn. You could be Italy’s new big star". "Well I am not doing it, stop pressuring me". He has been trying for a while. I know I am f****d up, but that is a line I can't cross. "No one would ever hire me for a serious movie if I did that, I would be stuck in it … forever". He shakes his head. "No one will give you a serious role now, so why not make money on what you are good at ... f*****g. Believe me you my dear is great at it" "I said no ... so stop it". I walk away to get changed into my clothes. "Are you taking me home so I can get ready for the party ?"