The moment Yurina Yanagi’s dressing room door clicked shut, the air thickened with lust. The famous actress, still in her delicate silk robe, let it slide from her shoulders. Her perfect tits bounced free, nipples already hard little peaks begging for my mouth. "You said you wanted to talk about the role," she purred, her hand sliding down her flat stomach. "But we both know what scene we're really rehearsing."

I didn't waste words. I closed the distance, my hands gripping her plump ass through the silk. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled. I could taste her lipstick and desire. Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking a mark onto her flawless skin as my fingers found the tie of her robe. I pulled it loose.

The fabric fell open. Her pussy was bare, shaved smooth, her pink lips already glistening. "Fuck," I growled, dropping to my knees. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue lapping at her slit. She tasted like salt and sweetness. Her clit was a hard little bead under my tongue, and I sucked it hard, making her cry out, her hands fisting in my hair.

"Yesss, just like that," she whimpered, grinding her cunt against my face. "I need your cock. I need you to put a baby in me. I'm so fertile right now, I can feel it."

The raw need in her voice made my dick throb, straining against my zipper. I stood up, my hands shaking as I unbuckled my belt. She pushed me back into her plush vanity chair, her eyes