...onderful noises, squeaking and grinding, slapping and groaning. And all of this meant that she didn’t have time to concentrate on her acting, which was a shame because she was going to be a movie star and it was important to give her public what they wanted.
Come to think of it, she’d never actually seen anything like this on TV... Was this really what the people wanted to see? She usually watched the soap operas, and in those no one ever got to do things like this.
Her Herculean man-which grabbed her waist (in one hand!), and she stopped her humping, gasping as her heart continued to pump frantically in her chest and her pussy craved more, more, MORE lovely pump-pump Pokérod action.
“You are a whore,” said Gunther, suddenly.
“Am I?” she gasped, confused. “Um... what’s a whore?”
“Someone who has lots of sex.”
“Um, oh really?” said the Pokétramp. “Is... Is what we were doing... is that ‘seh-ecks’?”
“Yes. We are having sex.”
“Then... Then, I am a whore,” she said decisively, becoming keenly aware that there were still cameras watching.
This was her chance!
“In fact... I’ll be the best whore in the world, if you give me a chance!”
Gunther’s face, as ever, remained as impassive as rock. “You are a dirty whore.”
Dawn looked down ...