Sex Congress and Films for All in America

The casting couch, once pristine white, was now stained with pre-cum and spit, the fabric sticking to their bodies as they moved in a rhythm as old as time. The room smelled of sex and desperation. "Take it all, bitch," Julian whispered, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. Tiffany moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hand reached down to her own pussy, already dripping wet. She began to rub her clit in circles, her hips moving in time with her hand and Julian's thrusts.