"Like I was saying Rachel," Smithers said as he tucked his pecker back into his pants and zipped up, "sometimes things don't go quite as planned when we start a scene, and we end up with a mess of c*m—just like what's on your face right now. We need to make sure our stars are presentable, so we often ask our fluffers to do cleanup duties as well. We like them to do that by licking up any stray c*m that we hadn't planned on And of course, they have to swallow it as well. It's all part of the professional atmosphere we're promoting here at Starlite. We don't want any job done poorly. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Here, let me feed you," Smithers said as he stepped closer. He reached down and gathered a big gob of c*m on his index finger. "Here you go." He slid his finge
