Dialogue Essay: Sophie's Stereotypes

The girl's moans and squeals of excitement only served to urge Adam on to elicit more. With Sophie splayed out on the desk, her tits revealed and bouncing in the air, and his head buried between her naked thighs, the camera's would capture a helicopter view, showing the teen's naked body, the expression of pleasure pasted across her features, and her hips thrusting against his mouth as he expertly tongued her pussy. It was a close-up of the teen, in an obviously unrehearsed performance unlike any previously filmed, one not even foreseen by the pornographer. Particularly considering the Co-ed's demeanour when she'd entered the studio, intent on giving him a piece of her mind, and, Adam had feared, possibly threatening to walk away from the contract

That, not ten minutes later, she'd be be laid desk, dress hiked up over her waist, tits hanging out, panties dangling off her thighs, legs spread, moaning and writhing in pleasure, and dripping into his mouth, just further proved what a horny, easily manipulated, greedy slut, she was. Not an act, as far as Adam was concerned, but part of Sophie herself, and all he'd had to do was encourage her to
All talking, insults and name-calling were soon replaced by the noises of his harsh grunts, grunts and groans of pleasure, the slap of flesh against flesh, and his cock unceasingly pistoning in and out of her wet teen pussy. Feet braced on the floor, arm around her back and digits hooked in her hair controlling Sophie's position. Adam marked her neck and throat with bites and, using his legs for leverage, slammed up so hard and relentlessly into the Co-ed that the tip of his shaft hit her cervix, and the wooden chair began to