Jenna's Pov
The lights in the studio were low, I laid on the set bed, knee length socks grazing my thighs, lacy panties hugging my puffy p***y, with my t**s bare.
Drew and Greg were already circling me, their jumbo c***s jumping with every movement they made.
"Get her ready boys," the director muttered, not Mike this time.
Greg held my hands up and away from my body. Drew got between my thighs, bringing my ankles up to my ears. Without warning, he hooked his fingers onto my panties, ripping them into shreds off my cunt.
The ruined panties lay on my waist, wet with p***y juice, my fat snatch exposed for the camera.
"f**k. We haven't even touched you yet and you're already leaking." Drew growled, slapping his rough palm on my bare wet folds. "Where you touching yourself?"
I gigg
