Hello, boys. Davis and Scotty stood in the doorway of Amber St. John's dressing room.

She was dressed in a silk robe, her chocolatey brown hair done in thick waves. Her makeup was still

flawless, her green eyes darkly lined, as she gave both men her come hither look that worked both

on screen and off.'

"'Isn't this breaking a million rules?' asked Davis,

"'mindlessly rubbing his short beard as he closed

"'and locked the door behind him.

"'Amba rolled her eyes.

"'I'm the star, aren't I?'

"'She knew it sounded arrogant to say such a thing,

but she didn't care. It had been a long day of filming, and if she wanted to fuck her co-stars

in her dressing room, why shouldn't she be allowed to? Davis was the first one to approach her.

He gently held onto her waist as he began to kiss her neck,

while Scotty got behind Amber and squeezed her shapely ass through the thin material of her robe.

Amber moaned between the two men, her body aching for their attention, and then some. You are incredible today, Davis said, gently cupping Amber's

face as they kissed. She gave him a warm smile, looking down at Davis,

sliding her robe away from her bare breasts underneath. She had worn flesh-colored nipple covers,

for the nude scene shot only an hour earlier, but she had removed them before Davis and Scotty arrived.

Oh, there's nothing like the real thing. Davis moaned, massaging her breasts, while Scotty pulled off the rest of her robe.

Amber stood totally naked in between them,

loving all of the affection they were giving her. Scotty was kissing in between her shoulder blades,

while running his hands over Amber's ass, while Davis was bent down so he could suck on Amber's breasts.

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