The set was still hot from the last take when the director called cut. Lights dimmed but the cameras kept rolling on the side ones for the bonus content. Mia wiped sweat from her tits and glanced at Jax, who was still hard, his thick cock glistening with lube and her spit from the scene they'd just shot. "You want the real BTS or the fake shit they sell?" he asked, voice low and rough. She nodded, already spreading her legs on the couch they hadn't cleared yet. No script now. Just heat.
Jax dropped to his knees between her thighs and dragged his tongue straight up her slit without warning. Mia groaned and grabbed his hair, pushing his face deeper into her wet cunt. He licked like he was starving, sucking her clit hard while two fingers shoved inside her, pumping fast. The side camera caught every sloppy sound, her juices coating his chin. "Fuck, eat that pussy," she muttered, hips rocking against his mouth. He added a third finger and curled them, hitting the spot that made her thighs shake.
She came quick and loud, thighs clamping around his head, but he didn't stop.
He stood, flipped her onto her stomach, and slammed his cock into her from behind in one thrust. Mia gasped, gripping the cushions as he fucked her hard, balls slapping her ass with every stroke. The raw footage would show her face twisting in real pleasure, not the posed moans from earlier. Jax reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded deeper, his other hand pinning her wrists. "Take it, you filthy slut," he growled. "This is what the fans pay for."
Mia pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Sweat dripped down her back. She felt another orgasm building fast, tighter than the first. Jax pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting herself all over him, gagging when he fucked her throat. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He pulled back just long enough to slap her face with his wet dick, then buried himself back in.
They switched positions again. She climbed on top, sinking down onto his cock and riding him fast, tits bouncing. Jax grabbed them, pinching her nipples until she yelped. The hidden mics picked up every wet slap of skin, every curse. "Harder," she demanded. He thrust up to meet her, driving so deep it bordered on pain. She came again, pussy clenching around him, and he followed right after, pumping thick loads inside her until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, while the side cameras kept rolling for the real smut BTS the paying fans would jerk off to later. No fade out. Just the mess they made.
