Outside the room, Scarlett and Cobie were discussing the movie plot.
This kind of discussion deepened their imrsion in each other's characters.
Understanding the story and putting themselves in the role were essential for delivering a truly imrsive performance, making the story feel real!
The reason Zhao An's movies are so well-received is because every actor's portrayal is excellent.
He'd rather film slowly than produce shoddy work.
This effort yielded substantial rewards.
With the copyright in hand, he could continue developing the parks, clothing brands, and experience centers, etc.
These were all excellent sources of additional inco. An important aspect of a brand is its ancillary revenue; gas, novels, and so on all generate considerable inco.
"Who's with the boss in there?"
Cobie asked curiously, one hand stroking her stomach. She had been forced into pregnancy by Zhao An, who had relentlessly impregnated her, and now she was finally pregnant.
This is the mating of a yellow-skinned and a white-skinned person; a white woman's womb is carrying the offspring of a yellow-skinned person—a lewd act that transcends race!
"Gal Gadot, the boss seems quite fond of her," Scarlett inquired tentatively. She was a shrewd woman; to maintain her position, she had to please n.
Now that she was pregnant, she needed to help find so won for Zhao An, otherwise she might easily be forgotten.
Besides, pregnant won aren't very durable; even if she did it herself, she couldn't satisfy Zhao An.
The smartest approach was to offer other won, forming an alliance that would make things easier later.
"Isn't that right? Gal Gadot is quite aloof, but she still has to spread her legs!"
Cobie retorted maliciously. Their relationship wasn't exactly good, nor was it bad.
There was competition, contempt, and hostility, but on the surface, they maintained the illusion of being good sisters.
"Hehe, I heard my husband invited Tilda Swinton to play a role."
Scarlett changed the subject. Knowing the other woman's thoughts was enough; she wouldn't stir up trouble, as long as it didn't threaten her position.
"Tilda Swinton? She's practically a grandmother, isn't she? But she's really well-preserved. What role did the boss want her for?"
Cobie had certainly heard of Tilda Swinton. She was a queen-like woman.
Moreover, a British aristocrat, a woman of status.
Not only did she have a career and a family…
She also had a lover outside the marriage. A true powerhouse among won, a winner in life.
To achieve this level of success as a woman is truly remarkable.
You know, a wife having a lover, and the husband tacitly approving—that in itself is a powerful shock.
Tilda Swinton is very wealthy, so the film that would get her a role must first be sothing she found interesting, and then a collaboration.
If they clicked, a one-night stand wasn't out of the question.
But won like that were rare, truly rare.
Because of their social standing and status.
However, both Scarlett and Cobie had the mindset of ordinary people.
The so-called British aristocracy.
Just a gimmick to scare ordinary people…
They were worthless in Zhao An's eyes.
He could manipulate them however he wanted, without caring who they were.
The sex in the room had reached its climax…
Zhao An, while enjoying Gal Gadot's cowgirl treatnt, eavesdropped on Scarlett and Cobie's conversation, sowhat enjoying himself.
I saw a woman's labia majora, their pink, tender flesh exposed by the eversion of the vulva, still twitching...
The vulva slowly closed naturally, partially obscuring the opening. The beautiful opening seed to breathe, exuding an aura of eroticism. The surrounding pubic hair was all wet, clinging to the labia, mingling with the surrounding moisture, creating an undeniably lewd scene!
The thick, hard penis stretched the labia wide, as if a gap had been forcibly torn open the tightly closed vulva.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly thrust deeper into the honeyed depths, the glans breaking through the pink flesh like molting fat, until it reached the very core of the vulva.
The pink labia majora and the thick, bronze penis created a striking visual impact, evoking a sense of excited transgression and defilent.
Without the barrier of a condom, there was almost no space between the flesh, allowing to clearly feel the burning heat within the vulva and the folds of the vaginal walls.
Gal Gadot's right hand rested on her forehead. The intense intercourse had left her drenched in sweat, her tanned skin radiating an even more alluring glow.
Her beautiful legs were draped over the man's shoulders, her delicate feet swaying back and forth with each thrust.
Each ti his penis penetrated deeply, her brow furrowed, her mouth opened, and she let out a soft, seductive moan.
Her eyes were glazed over as she gazed at the man, occasionally looking up at the thick, long penis moving in and out of her.
Watching her own vaginal walls being turned inside out.
This déjà vu intensified the pleasure.
Zhao An had already switched to the traditional missionary position…
Seeing Gal Gadot's hand on her genitals, protecting the fetus in her womb from the violent impact, made him want to laugh.
"Bring your relatives over in a few days. I'll make ti to have a al with you and them. Here's ten million, be generous, ask for more if it's not enough!"
"Oh…ah…okay…boss!"
Gal Gadot's eyes revealed a kind of joy.
Regardless of feelings, her material treatnt was never lacking.
"From now on, you have to call husband!"
Zhao An slapped Gal Gadot's pert buttocks and began to thrust forcefully. Clearly, he was on the verge of ejaculating!
"Uh…ah…okay…husband…husband…ah…shoot it into …I want…husband's sen…"
Gal Gadot said against her will; she didn't want the man to ejaculate inside her.
But there was no other way. She could only submit to Zhao An. Only when Zhao An was satisfied would he let her go!
The sounds of slapping and thrusting filled the room. Besides the sounds of flesh colliding, there were the splattering sounds of vaginal fluids, accompanied by the woman's high-pitched screams.
Her voice betrayed a mixture of excitent and weariness; she wanted more, yet felt a little overwheld. Her plump buttocks were raised, facilitating the man's penetration.
Each thrust reached its deepest point, without any technique, just straight, wide-ranging pumping.
The glans rubbed against every fold of the vaginal walls, intensifying the pleasure.
Both let out satisfied sighs.
A surge of emotion welled up within them, an impending explosion of desire swirling in their minds, the tingling sensation in their genitals growing stronger.
The penis began to swell, the vagina began to contract—all signs pointed to an impending climax!
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