"That was a great performance, Stevie I really thought you didn't want me to take your backdoor cherry on camera," Christine said with a chuckle.
"Thanks, Chris" Stevie raised her head, looking at the camera shocked at her behaviour. She could just imagine Lindsey, her fans and her parents if they saw her now, she didn't care if Lindsey saw, she couldn't wait for him to actually, since she would never let him have her backdoor, but Christine just did, that felt empowering "It was well, surprising!" Stevie admitted.
"It was so real!" John exclaimed.
"It was real dickhead!" Christine said, rolling her eyes "How are you though Stevie, I hope you enjoyed it somewhat!" She added.
"That's a good question, But first, Christine , do you think you could remove your microphone from my posterior?" Stevie asked, the tender walls of her asshole were stretched to the breaking point around Christine 's sex toy and though she quite enjoyed it, Stevie didn't think it was appropriate now they had stopped acting.
Slowly, Christine eased her microphone almost all the way out of Stevie's asshole again. Then, pausing for just a few seconds as she hovered above the singer's trembling ass, she couldn't help herself, she was too aroused and she thought she could play it off as extra film so she plunged her to back into Stevie's arse, Those well-rounded asscheeks jiggled like Jell-O, doing a little dance for Christine .
"Oh, fuck, that was good, Christine ! That was really good!" Stevie moaned as she humped her ass back toward the musician's special microphone "But we really should stop, now that we've shot the film. We wouldn't want John to get jealous."
"I love watching Christine fuck other people," John announced. "The lighting guy, Curry is another brunette, so when Christine fucked him, I pretended we were twins having a threesome. I was the evil one. I thought things."
"I want to do another take," Christine drawled in Stevie's ear. "John sit over there, let's get another angle."
"You're so right, Christine ." Stevie struggled to speak as she was repeatedly hilted. Over and over, Christine rammed her asshole. In and out. In and out. Each time she buried her dildo its full eight inches up Stevie's small, tight asshole. "I am, of course, wholly devoted to this project and my professionalism is such that I would never dream of shying away from my duty as now an actress, musician and part of Fleetwood Mac!"
Christine groaned with the sheer pleasure of taking Stevie's arse. She had never fought such a tight asshole before and it thrilled her beyond belief. Her face took on an expression of utter depravity and lust, as she continued to thrust her microphone into Stevie.
She could tell from the girl's moans and wiggles that she was enjoying her first ass-fuck every bit as much as Christine was enjoying giving it to her. Stevie was writhing and moaning in need and she had to know that her orgasm was only minutes away.
"Ohhhh yessss, Christine ! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard! I love it so much! Ohhhhh, shove your big microphone up my ass and make me sing in pleasure! All the way, all the way! This feels so much better!" she yelled in a frenzy of lust.
"You owe me a bouquet of flowers after this with a bouquet of wine, because you will be able to fist your ass no problem for a week!" Christine yelled, hardly recognizing her own voice, it was so thick with lust.
Stevie gasped with joy as the older blonde continued to plunge her strap-on in and out of her clinging tightness. She concentrated on constricting and loosening her limber muscles, giving the microphone a massage with her walls.
Christine groaned with pleasure and lust. "You squeezing that microphone, princess? Squeeze it tiiiight!"
Stevie moaned and continued to clench and unclench her tight ass, feeling Christine 's huge microphone deep within her. It was like a living thing inside her; she could've sworn she heard it purring in contentment, it was a very happy microphone.
