JP shuffled forward in the endless line at Philadelphia Comic-Con, clutching his canvas like a shield against the crowd's chaos. When he finally reached Gina Carano's table, her eyes lit up at the painting of her as Leia in that iconic bikini. "This is impressive work," she said with a smirk, signing it with a flourish. "Most fans just want a selfie. You? You've got taste. My hotel's a block away—room 412, after the con closes. Don't keep me waiting."
Hours later, JP knocked, heart pounding. The door swung open to reveal Gina barefoot, the gold bikini hugging her curves like it was painted on. "Come in, artist," she purred, pulling him inside. "That canvas earned you a private viewing."
She circled him, witty and bold. "So, what's your deal? You paint me half-naked but look like you're about to faint?" JP stammered, "I'm... a virgin. Never done this." Gina laughed, strong and unyielding. "A night to remember, then. But only if you can keep up."
She shed the bikini top, pressing against him as her hands explored. "Already hard for me? Let's see that cock." His 9-inch uncircumcised length sprang free, and she grinned. "Surprise package. Time for a blowjob."
Gina dropped to her knees, taking him deep while he panted, her tongue working expertly. "Horny yet?" she teased between strokes. He groaned as she stood, guiding his hand to her dripping pussy. "Touch it—feel how wet I am."
They tumbled to the bed, her ass grinding back as he entered her from behind, both sweating in the frenzy. She rode him hard, dictating every thrust. "Deeper—yes, like that." He came with a shudder, cum spilling as she climaxed around him, bodies tangled and panting.
Gina traced his chest, eyes gleaming with more mischief. "Round one's done, but the con lasts all weekend—and I've got plans."
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