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"Hah, hah- Ohhh!" Seokjin shivered violently at the deeper thrust that hit his prostate, making sure to keep his wet mouth open in a lewd expression for the cameras.
His costar grunted on top of him, lean arms on either side of Seokjin's face as they shared one last open-mouthed kiss before the shoot ended.
He could feel his costar's enthusiasm refusing to die, really enjoying just kissing and biting and sucking at Seokjin's heavenly lips.
"Cut!"
Seokjin's costar leaned back, slowly removing his girthy cock from Seokjin's tight asshole, condom heavy with cum slipping halfway and getting stuck inside Seokjin's tight channel.
"Good job, everybody! Time for lunch break," the director smiled and moved off his seat.
Seokjin was still panting on the bed underneath his costar, "You okay, Genie?" His costar called him by his stage name.
"Me? Y-yeah," Seokjin squeaked, failing to catch his breath after the amazing sex they just filmed. "You fuck good," he said with a shy smile.
His costar chuckled as he got up, their personal stylists approaching them with robes and tissues to wipe them clean.
"Thanks, cutie. You feel good. And you definitely look good," his costar winked at him and raked his eyes over Seokjin's body one last time. Seokjin was still lying flat on the bed, legs open and small cock limp against his tummy. His pink rim was swallowing the other end of the dirty condom which was stuck inside and his juicy lips were flaming red after all their making out.
There was a reason why Seokjin was the production's most popular and profitable star. Viewers on the Internet, especially gay men, had a big hard-on for watching an Asian twink get railed six ways to Sunday. And Seokjin fulfilled that criteria marvelously, with a gorgeous, doll-like face and a high, slutty voice to pair. Viewers just couldn't get enough of him and always wanted to see him bottoming for all kinds of guys, all different body types and faces. They even had a couple of fans personally request and beg to fuck Seokjin, even offering to pay good money. There was nobody like him in the entire porn industry, let alone the gay porn industry. Just a video of him licking his luscious lips could turn straight men into regular gay porn watchers. Women in the straight porn industry had even tried to trash talk him, jealousy and bitterness clear in their tone and choice of words.
Seokjin was every man's wet dream come true. Even though he was a guy, his body was lithe, milky skin taught around his tiny, inviting waist. He resembled a porcelain doll with doe eyes, a button nose and gorgeous, luscious lips that made every man cum as soon as they were wrapped around a cock. His voice was high and breathy and loud in the sluttiest way possible. Men wanted him and women wanted to be him. And for the millions of viewers he always attracted, he has been under a great contract ever since he was 19 with his pay only increasing.
Seokjin's personal stylist wrapped him with a pink robe, helping him get up as she smoothed down his ruffled hair.
"Sexy as always," his stylist smiled at him, tying up the belt on the robe.
When the director had talked to him over the phone about the next shoot, Seokjin was watching TV with his best friend, Jimin.
Jimin and Seokjin had been close friends since high school. And although they went in completely different paths, with Seokjin becoming a pornstar and Jimin studying his way into becoming a musician, Jimin never judged him for his choices or tried to ever insult him.
They sat huddled together softly, making an adorable image with Seokjin in tight baby pink shorts and Jimin in heart-dotted pyjamas. They were eating all kinds of candy and junk food, pigging out to Johnny Depp movies.
"So, Seokjin, we've decided to partner with Blacked for your next shoot. They've got an amazing following and a big name in the porn industry", the director spoke on the other end of the line.
Seokjin stopped sucking on the red lollipop between his lips. His brain malfunctioned.
"Wait, what?" He squeaked.
"What?"
"Blacked?" Seokjin asked again, and Jimin turned his head at the mention of the well-known brand and their style of porn videos.
"Yes, Blacked," the director answered, perplexed at the question.
"No, like, really. Blacked?"
The director huffed, "Yes. Blacked.com, Seokjin-ah."
Seokjin widened his eyes. He had seen their videos before, and they were all about interracial sex between extremely well-endowed black pornstars fucking petite white women. Not just fucking. Railing. Like, crazy horny rough violent railing. Every monster cock he's ever seen on that show was at least 12 inches. At least.
"They're all about straight porn, but they're making an LGBT special to increase their viewership and subscribers. And they think you're perfect for their style, since you're, you know, small, Asian and really pretty," the director coughed.
First of all, small?! He's not small. His height measures 5"8 and his shoulders are broad! Just because everyone else was at least 6 feet tall, didn't mean he was small.
And yeah, he knew being an Asian factored in a lot of the stereotypes and fetish porn. Like how they're prettier (true) and how they have smaller cocks (in his case... true). And he knew his viewers loved that about him the most, that he didn't have stubble on his face like a lot of white gay porn actors, that he had a doll-like appearance and a more petite body than other gay pornstars.
He guesses he has his stereotypes about other races too, and a lot of them are kind of true, like big black cocks-
"We know their videos are a little different from what you're used to. And that's why I have to warn you, it's going to be rough sex all throughout," director Dong admitted on the other end of the line.
"There's a lot of money to be made with this collaboration, so you'll get a hefty bonus. In the hundreds of thousands. But you'll basically have to take it like a champ no matter what," the director said.
Seokjin hesitated. Sure, this was very different for him in terms of the intensity of sex, but he was always someone who enjoyed really, really rough sex, even before his career in porn started.
"And I guess you know the drill. The production company's format is designed to drive you to the very limit. That means you're probably going to feel overstimulated or even cry. But if it gets too much, we can stop."
Seokjin clarified that he trusted director Dong in any case, and that working with the new well-followed brand is actually so exciting and an amazing opportunity. He made sure to reassure the director of his enthusiasm and happily told him he's looking forward to next Monday.
And Jimin was looking at him wide-eyed the whole time, naughty grin showing on his face.
"No way, you're filming with Blacked?" Jimin snickered, he's seen so many of their videos before. And they were definitely fucking hot.
Seokjin bit his lip, "I know the guys on it are so hot, but damn, I'm a little worried about my ass. Have you seen the monster cocks in those videos?"
Jimin thought for a second, chewing on a jelly bean, "Yeah, your ass is definitely getting destroyed. But it's gonna be so hot!"
Seokjin reached for a bag of gummy worms, opening his mouth wide and chewing before turning to Jimin, "Wait, isn't this the first time they do a gay production?"
Jimin looked at him, "Oh my god. You're gonna officially be the first gay guy to get Blacked."
On Monday, Seokjin had to go to the studio that owned the Blacked productions. Director Dong had told him it was going to be a very long shoot lasting from noon till evening, and Seokjin's knees wobbled half in fear and half in arousal. When he arrived at the building, everybody was staring at him.
People working in the porn industry, especially the straight porn industry, had never been used to seeing men as beautiful and delicate as Seokjin. There were strict boxes to put everyone into. You were either a sexy woman with big tits and pretty eyes, or you were a big man with a big cock and tattoos. There was no inbetween.
And that's exactly what Seokjin was. With his soft look and cozy fashion, a cardigan and high-waist jeans, the narrow-minded staff couldn't even pinpoint his gender.
The set for the first scene was jaw-dropping. The script set Seokjin and his costar at a gay wedding (a nod to the legalization of gay marriage) where they were supposed to start their journey as a married couple. It was set in a church to signify that spirituality was still important to them as a gay, married couple.
Beautiful flowers dangled from the ceilings in the church-like set, with an altar and benches and the appearance of stained-glass windows, the whole deal.
Seokjin's mouth gaped. This company was on another level. There were surely more profits to be made in the straight porn industry. That much was obvious.
"Hi, Genie," a deep voice blared behind him and Seokjin hiccuped.
He turned around to face one of the sexiest men he had ever laid eyes on. That's the moment he was sure this was his costar for the shoot. The legendary BBC, the man who could fuck like a horse and make women scream as they shiver.
He was so tall that Seokjin had to crane his neck to meet his eyes, and Seokjin realized he was almost half his height.
"My gosh. You're just gorgeous," the tall, burly man took his hand to delicately shake it with his own huge, strong hand.
"Oh, thank you! You're so handsome yourself," Seokjin squeaked, trying to speak in a more confident tone but his nerves showing through his voice. "And please, just call me Seokjin."
"I'm Michael," and Michael, big, burly, ripped Michael flashed him a smile that Seokjin swore swept the rug from under his feet. It was so blinding and so gorgeous, pearly whites shining bright against his ebony skin. Seokjin swooned inside.
"When people told me you looked like a real-life doll, I didn't believe it," Michael started with that deep voice of his, making Seokjin blush at the compliments, "But now I see how just how adorable you are. You're prettier than anyone I've filmed with."
Seokjin blushed harder and harder as Michael went on, meek and shy with receiving the compliments with small repeated thanks. And the crazy part was, Seokjin was so used to receiving compliments. In fact all of his costars constantly flirted with him, so he was used to the exact kinds of lines Michael was throwing at him right now.
But this guy was different. Seokjin's heart fluttered just within a minute of being with him. He was handsome, and so, so tall, and so scarily ripped and muscular. He had the deepest voice and most gorgeous smile. And the best part was that in less than an hour, this guy was going to be fucking him to nirvana.
Michael walked Seokjin to his changing room, a huge veiny arm encircling Seokjin's waist and a courteous peck landing on his soft cheek when he left. Seokjin made a mental note to remember that Michael smelled so, so good.
"I pronounce you, husband and husband. You may now kiss," the priest said with a happy smile as he stood between Seokjin and Michael.
Seokjin was given a white lace blouse and high-waisted white pants to wear, along with a long white veil. Even though he protested the veil at first, the stylists were cooing over how pretty he looked just having it on his head and how well it suited on him. Michael, of course, was in a boring black blazer. Just in case it wasn't already obvious who was going to top who. If the ridiculous size difference and intentionally chosen races weren't enough of a clue on who the twink was and who the BBC was.
Michael leaned in to steal a French kiss, sinewy arms holding his waist and hoisting him up just the slightest so he could reach him. Seokjin kissed him back, standing on his tippy toes, as the backup audience cheered and clapped and yelled to celebrate. One of the actors, acting as their friend, waved the LGBT flag and popped confetti to signify the legalization.
The scene ended with Michael and Seokjin staring at each other, in love, hand in hand as they walked down the aisle out of the church.
They had begun the scene for the main part of the show, 'Creampie Special: Doll-like Twink Gets Wrecked by a BBC'.
When they were back at the homely set for the next scene, Seokjin was terrified when Michael took his pants off.
His cock was gigantically monstrous. The heavy cock, dark as night, bobbed when Michael pushed down his shorts. It was so huge, Seokjin was sure it could never fit inside him. He had prepared himself thoroughly beforehand with fingers and dildos, but the sight of the penis instilled pure fear and panic in him. It was comparable to a horse cock. The bulging veins ran along the underside of the big cock, bouncing at any slight movement, and Seokjin wondered how Michael was even able to walk with such a huge thing between his legs. It was thicker than his entire wrist and definitely, definitely longer than 14 inches.
The cock swung when Michael approached him, heavy and hot. Seokjin was in position on the floor, pink knees rubbing the tiles. He opened his pink, dolly lips to let Michael in.
Michael took it slow at first, moving into the doll's wet mouth inch by inch. He watched from above as Seokjin's pretty eyelashes fluttered at him and his plump lips stretched to let his girthy cock inside. But there came a point that had Seokjin's eyes widening in realization. Michael was still pushing his cock into his mouth, and it wasn't even a fourth of the way in. His mouth was agape, lips wet with drool as he looked up at Michael with a dumb expression.
Sensing Seokjin's hesitance, Michael grabbed a hold of Seokjin's silky hair and harshly thrust in one go.
Seokjin gagged on the big cock, the strong head hitting his throat at once. His eyes widened and he felt tears cloud his vision. He could barely stop himself from retching when he realized Michael's cock was still half way out of his mouth.
The big man grinned at him and roughly grabbed the back of his hair to begin his assault.
He held Seokjin's head in place as he continuously thrust in and out of the wet, hot mouth. And Seokjin visibly gagged and choked each time the monstrous cock was pushed between his delicate lips and punched into his throat. He felt his throat muscles convulse as Michael went as deep as he could go, his cock bending to Seokjin's shape and settling in his esophagus.
Seokjin spluttered around his cock, drool leaving his lips as Michael persisted in place, wringing out Seokjin's throat like some sort of fleshlight. When the pain got too much, Seokjin tapped against Michael's sturdy thigh to signal his distress.
But the response he got was the opposite. The muscular man went from pushing deeply to ramming his cock down his throat, and Seokjin looked up at Michael with big teary doe eyes as his jaw ached.
The twink couldn't help but choke and retch at the force of the thrusts throttling his breathing channel, yet kept his focus and fluttered his thick eyelashes at the camera. There were obscene sounds coming out of his throat for the almost violent way Michael was digging into him. And Seokjin almost thought he couldn't last any longer without fainting.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as Michael increased his speed, using Seokjin's skull like a fleshlight. Precum, drool and tears splattered on Seokjin's face as he visibly struggled to accommodate the unbelievably large cock.
When Michael came, thick white cum pooled around the place where they connected, and Michael pinched his nose to block his airway for a cruel ten seconds as Seokjin coughed and choked and spluttred on his cock, thick cum and drool spritzing as Seokjin tapped his thigh harder.
Seokjin heaved loudly as soon as Michael abruptly removed himself, tossing Seokjin back carelessly.
"Haah- Haah- Guh!" He struggled to collect himself.
Shit. He should've known what he was signing up for.
Seokjin couldn't even get to wipe his tears and the cum that was drizzling out of his nostrils before Michael grabbed his hair.
He looked up at Michael, pretty eyes with ruined eyeliner fluttering in a doll-like expression. Michael slapped his heavy cock against Seokjin's round cheek, who squeezed his eyes at the pain and heaviness of the cock.
"You're my pretty little doll, aren't you?" Michael rubbed his heavy cock against Seokjin's cheek, letting his precum paint Seokjin's face.
Seokjin nodded, letting the leftover cum in his mouth pool around his lips. "Yes, hubby, I'm your doll," he opened his soiled mouth to let the camera get a shot.
Michael wore a feral expression. He lifted Seokjin by his hair into a doggy style position on the couch. Seokjin felt the breath knock out of him when Michael dropped him onto the couch face first. He spat at his own cock and lathered it with saliva.
"I'm gonna fuck your sweet little ass, baby doll," and Seokjin's thighs didn't get a chance to shake when he felt the intrusion at his soft rim.
Seokjin's eyes squeezed his shut at the sheer size and girth of the monster cock. He was being split open by a literal baseball bat-
His tight channel wasn't going to allow Michael to sheath himself all the way, so Michael started pummeling his asshole right away.
"Ah! Ah! Hnghh!" Seokjin screamed as his hair was grabbed roughly again, his face squished into the couch as Michael towered above him, monster cock driving into him like nothing he's ever experienced before. His tears streamed down his cheeks at the burn of being split open so fast, and he yelled and screamed at the harsh assault on his wet asshole.
He couldn't focus anymore on looking pretty for the cameras. He couldn't focus on acting anymore. He realized that the distressed acting in the script was real. The sheer size of the monster cock meant that he was actually going to be in distress in reality.
"It's too big! It's too bi-big!" Seokjin could barely scream out his words as Michael pushed more of his cock inside, holding him from his shoulders for leverage.
"Oh! Oh! Y-you're too fucking deep!" The monster cock was destroying him from the inside out, and Seokjin could not stop screaming in horror as he felt more and more girthy cock enter him. He was still not fully inside!
Michael chuckled and grabbed him from the arms, fucking him hard and fast like a rag doll. Seokjin desperately tried to shift forwards into the couch, running away from the huge monster cock that was impaling him.
"I can't! I c-can't!" Sweet little Seokjin flailed and screamed, pushing his knees and ass to try and let Michael's devilish cock slip out. He tried shifting sideways into the corner of the longer couch so he would fall to the floor but Michael held him, strong and tight, pummeling into his wet, delicious heat like there's no tomorrow.
The cameras zoomed in on Seokjin's lewd and teary face. Even the cameramen felt something mean inside of them roused at Seokjin's teary doll face.
The poor doll could almost feel Michael's cock in his own throat, the head not poking, but bashing his prostate in the process. He convulsed violently everytime it was beaten like that so roughly.
"T-too fucking big! It hurts!" Seokjin's wet cries, laced with his high moans were the most beautiful sounds Michael has ever heard. He felt himself go feral at the sweet sounds, watching his big cock plunder into Seokjin's pink asshole, precum collecting at the rim. He felt himself twitch inside the tight channel the more Seokjin tried to get away.
Seokjin's reaction to the mean thrusting was half-performant and half-completely-real. He couldn't even believe that Michael's cock could even fit, let alone be sheathed in him.
The baby doll was pushed and pulled at an animalistic pace until he felt his insides fill with something hot and sticky. Michael had finally come inside him.
Seokjin dropped his skinny arms on the couch, feeling Michael stop moving and only half-way inside him, breathing a sigh of relief. His doe eyes found the camera, and he let his mouth stay open as he panted in the cameraman's direction.
"You're too fucking cute," Michael pulled and held Seokjin's wrists in place and started thrusting again. Seokjin's eyes widened at once, and he thrashed around underneath Michael's weight in complete fear.
"No! No! Oww!" Seokjin's tears resumed and he full-on began sobbing, wet lips luscious with drool and sweat building on his neck.
Michael's much heavier weight allowed him to even pull Seokjin back and fuck him in the air, hips digging into the soft flesh of the baby doll's ass as he screamed and screamed for mercy.
Remembering the script, he pulled his elbow away from the strong hold and kicked it back on Michael's sturdy chest, who pretended to falter.
Seokjin took the chance to wiggle and push out of his hold, as per the script. He succeeded in making the painful monster cock slip out of his cum-filled entrance with a loud squelch, almost getting away and slipping to the floor before he was easily picked up again.
Michael carried the struggling and feisty doll, chuckling at the amount of fight in him. He held all of Seokjin's limbs in place as he bent his legs to stare at his asshole, which was red and gaping, leaking his hot cum.
He growled in arousal, thrusting his big, mean cock back in again before Seokjin could run away again.
"Aaah! It's too much!" The doll's face scrunched in pain as he started scratching at Michael's back. As per the script, he was trying to play a very feisty and fierce character that discovered he just couldn't deal with his new husband's monstrous size.
The burly man pushed the doll's delicate wrists on the couch as he resumed his rough thrusts. The cum was squelching out of Seokjin's pink asshole, a stark contrast against the Michael's ebony cock punching into him. There was so much cum being pushed in and out of him that the camera zoomed in on it as it started frothing between his thighs.
Michael started jerking off Seokjin's small cock at the same time he was destroying his prostate for once and for all. He was trying to dig into that sweet place as he watched Seokjin moan loud and dirty, like a street whore. Seokjin's small waist shook and shivered in his waist at the sweet assault as the stimulation became excessive.
The doll's feet were dropped from being at Michael's head to letting those sweet thighs envelope him as he thrusted in on the prostate. As Seokjin got more used to the pain, pleasure started licking at his spine from Michael's stimulation. And Seokjin switched to a satisfied whore for the next segment.
"O-oh my god! Y-your big fucking cock, yes, yes, yes!" Seokjin's sweaty sheen made him glitter under the studio lights, his plump lips repeating dirty praises of Michael's cock. The muscular top made sure to adjust his speed for this segment, focused only on pleasuring Seokjin and only letting his cock go in halfway.
"You love your hubby's cock, doll?" Michael's muscles bulged under the lights as his tattoos outlined his arms. He returned his angle to nail Seokjin's prostate everytime he slipped away because of all the cum seeping out.
"Y-yes, yes, yes! I love your big black, ah! C-cock!" Seokjin keened like a prostitute for this segment of the scripted scene.
Despite their overall commendable commitment to the script so far, Michael suddenly lifted Seokjin off his cock in a frenzy of arousal. His strong arms easily lifted Seokjin to the ceiling, who was half his size, and he pushed Seokjin's pretty legs on his shoulders.
"Oh!" Seokjin blushed. This was completely outside of the script..
The cameramen looked between Seokjin's face to the director watching in confusion, unsure of the sudden change in the script.
"Gonna suck your little clitty," Michael aggressively started lapping and sucking at Seokjin's smaller cock, who keened and screamed at the sudden stimulation.
The doll felt himself burn at the humiliation of this being a completely spontaneous improv on Michael's side, and at the fact that his cock was being called a clit in front of everyone to see, totally out of script.
His thought process was short-lived as his thighs squeezed tighter around Michael's head, with his own head squashed and uncomfortable against the ceiling. He screamed loudly as he felt himself come into Michael's mouth, and Michael squeezed his asscheeks as Seokjin shook through his orgasm.
The burly top dropped and caught Seokjin in his hands like Seokjin weighed nothing, giving him a hot kiss on the lips before throwing him across the coffee table.
He let the baby doll slip and slide on the surface of the coffee table, twirling him and playing with him as he took full advantage of their ridiculous size difference, since Seokjin was literally half his height and way too petite compared to Michael's ripped physique.
But then Michael wasted no time in mounting Seokjin from behind again, his favorite, doggy style.
Dazed and confused from all the out-of-script improvs, Seokjin tried to get back into his element, keening and crying when he felt Michael enter his soppy, creampied hole again. "No m-more! No, hubby!" And there was a hundred percent truth behind his cries as his asshole felt raw and used.
But Michael was in a frenzy. The doll in front of him was too pretty, too sweet and delicate. He rammed his cock in all the way with no care for Seokjin this time, chasing after his orgasm like a depraved dog.
Seokjin was genuinely trying to get away this time, overstimulation torturing him as his small cock rubbed against the table's surface.
His body was being pushed to extreme limits, tight and wet channel squeezing and trying to push Michael out.
His feisty wiggling earned a scary growl from Michael, who grunted deep guttural sounds as he pushed and prodded at Seokjin's skin. He pulled his hair back and beat Seokjin's prostate like it was a punching bag. And the doll had no choice but to shiver and cry.
When Michael came inside him again, Seokjin had never felt fuller in his life. The creamy hot cum sloshed inside of him and lathered his velvety walls, so heavy and plentiful that it continued to seep from around his raw rim onto the big monster cock.
And yet, Michael kept going in an endless rut. Seokjin's feeble struggles landed them both on the ground as Michael continued fucking his cum into him, his eyes wide and feral.
"Stop! Oh my god, oh my god! Hnnghh!" Seokjin tried getting up and away from the assault on his ass, but Michael just followed him, monstrous penis lodged deep into his asshole and fucking more cum into him.
Seokjin was on his tiptoes, feeling like some kind of used animal as he tried to stop himself falling by holding his hands against the floor. Michael was so tall and big that Seokjin even felt his feet lift off the ground as his hands struggled for purchase.
The cum in and around the doll's red asshole started foaming with every slap on his ass. And all that could be heard in the room were Seokjin's desperate, guttural cries that almost sounded too real, and the squishy sounds between his asscheeks.
When the burly, ridiculously ripped man came for the third time in his abused entrance, Seokjin collapsed to the floor with a shiver, having completely lost consciousness as Michael's cock drove home.
"Too big, too b-big," he whispered into the air, before his eyes closed. He could feel Michael continue to ram into him even as his consciousness slipped away, camera zooming in on the twink's delicate rim being wrecked by the monster cock.
When Seokjin came to, he was still impaled on Michael's penis, wrists held in place as he cried and sniffled at the feeling of bucketloads and gallons more of hot cum being shot inside of him. He was so broken, body lathered entirely in his sweat, face and cheeks completely red from distress and exhaustion. His once silky, glossy hair was matted with sweat and Michael's cum, and his pretty doe eyes dripped black eyeliner and salty tears.
The twink was totally wrecked, unable to attempt running away from the dragon-like penis now. He felt his belly swell with the sheer amount that he was come into like some kind of cum dump.
Looking down at his own tummy, he screamed when he saw his belly bulge in time with Michael's deep thrusts. The man's cock was punching against his stomach, hard and fast. He couldn't believe what was happened.
He was completely ruined for anyone else.
The doll lost consciousness again when Michael shot his tenth load into his red, sore walls, growling and grunting in an adrenaline rush above him.
When Seokjin came to, he was in a bed and wrapped in a robe. All of the crew was gathered around him, including both the directors involved in the collaboration. They were all smiles and giggles, with Michael sitting by his side.
"Ah, I'm sorry if I was too rough, angel," he took Seokjin's dainty hand and kissed it, and Seokjin blushed. "We have a free-styling policy in the company, and I couldn't control myself."
Seokjin blushed harder, apologizing to the entire crew, "I didn't mean to pass out! I'm so sorry for ruining the shoot," he hid his red face in his hands and groaned.
"It was just wonderful, Genie. So beautiful to watch," the other director exclaimed and waved his hands in big gestures, detailing how well Seokjin stuck to the script despite the improvs.
All of the filming crew clapped and applauded Seokjin and Michael for their stamina, cheering to the amazing work they produced today.
"Here's to the first LGBT Blacked production!" Him and director Dong as well as other producers raised their glasses of soda and clinked them together. "Marvelous, Jinnie," director Dong winked at him.
He could still feel the gallons of Michael's cum nestled inside him, shifting when he could feel the sticky cum leaking into the robe.
The doll gave them a precious smile as he blushed. It was difficult, but he figures he really enjoyed it after all. He's also really, really going to enjoy the money.
"Creampie Special: Doll-like Asian Twink Gets Railed by a BBC. Faints and Tries to Run Away," Jimin reads the title aloud as Seokjin's ears burn at the objectifying title.
Jimin squealed when he saw the video that was released. He was sitting in Seokjin's living room as the pornstar rested on the couch, having been unable to walk properly for the last two days.
"Oh my god, Jinnie! His cock is the size of a bat!" Jimin couldn't believe his own eyes. His hand was covering his own face at the absolute brutal sex and the stamina of Seokjin's co-star!
Seokjin chuckled tiredly, "That's what I was thinking."
"So the idea is that you two get married, and you start screaming your head off when you have sex? Like running away from your new husband away cause his cock is too big?"
Seokjin sighed dreamily. Michael's cock was a battering ram alright, but he could sure get used to it if that's the man that would be his husband. "Yep, exactly."
Jimin giggled, "Oh god, I don't know how you handled that. I can barely handle Taehyung's dick."
They giggled together at the thought, "Michael was ten times Taehyung's size. I don't know how my back hasn't been blown out from it."
"I'm amazed too."
"Besides, Taetae's gonna have a field day with this. This is probably his wildest fantasy come true, you know."
The pornstar tried to dismiss his best friend, but damn..
He wouldn't mind bouncing on Taehyung's cock some time.