Flew in for scenic run with an influencer…turn out she had other content in mind [MF] – Part 2!

After the run, we ducked into a cozy little diner nearby. I ordered pancakes — legs still buzzing from the miles — and reached instinctively for the chocolate syrup. Jane gave me a look and swatted my hand playfully.
"Excuse me? We're in Canada. Maple only," she teased with a grin.
I poured the golden syrup like a good tourist. It was divine — sticky, rich, and undeniably better than chocolate.

Somewhere between bites, the conversation drifted. She started opening up about her socials — how it began with playful outfit pics, then evolved. "It was harmless at first," she said, "but the DMs? Insane. Men offering cash for nudes like it's DoorDash."
What shocked me more was her earnings — not just pocket change. She was pulling in more than most people in tech, and she was doing it her way.

Back at her place, she casually slipped into content mode — filmed a stretching reel for her followers like it was just brushing her teeth. Then, without a pause, she slid out of her clothes for the next set of shots — the NSFW kind.

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At one point, she looked at me and said, "Hey, can you help me get some better angles?"
I nodded, probably too fast.

Then she surprised me.
"I never post with guys. But… would you want to join me in a shoot?"
I froze. It wasn't fear — it was the rush. I'd never done anything like that. My brain screamed what if someone recognizes you?
She leaned in and whispered, "No face. Full anonymity. Your secret's safe."

I took a breath.
"Hell yes," I said.
And just like that — I stepped into her world

We started innocent — stretching side by side, camera rolling. But it didn't stay that way for long.

Her touches turned deliberate. My hands followed instinct. The poses got bolder, the space between us disappeared.

Jane pushed her body like an athlete — strong, flexible, unapologetically in control. Each shot turned hotter, rawer. She wasn't just performing — she was daring.

And I? I was right there in it

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By the time we wrapped the shoot, I was horny as hell—and Jane was soaked. She didn't hesitate, pulling me into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, her hands gripping my shoulders like she needed me to keep her grounded. I'd like to call it making love, but truthfully? It was rougher. Wilder. More "fuck me now" than anything else.

We tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, my cock sliding easily into her welcoming pussy. She wrapped her strong legs around me, forcing me to thrust harder, deeper, her moans a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the room. Her beautiful, firm tits bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I paused for a second, my voice breathless. "Do you have that amazing maple syrup?"

She burst out laughing, the sound rich and full. "You're such a cliché," she said—but still dashed off to the kitchen, returning with the bottle held triumphantly in her hand.

I poured the syrup over her nipples, the golden liquid dripping down her skin as I leaned in to lick it off, my tongue swirling around her sensitive buds. She moaned, her back arching off the bed as I added soft bites, her cries growing louder with every flick of my tongue. Her first climax hit her like a wave, her body trembling beneath me as she came undone.

She flipped me onto my back, straddling me with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Her hips rolled against mine, every movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her stunning body, the firm grip of her thighs, and those amazing tits were pure heaven. The sex was passionate, intense but not rough, our stamina matching each other perfectly.

My favorite position was doggy, and when I asked her to switch, she was more than willing. She arched her back, her perfect ass in the air as she exposed her soaked pussy. I positioned myself at her entrance, one firm push, and I slid inside. She groaned, her body tightening around me as she pushed back against my thrusts. It wasn't long before her second climax hit, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came again.

I was close, my cock throbbing with the need to release. "Don't cum in me," she said, her voice husky. "I have a special treatment for you." I pulled out, my cock slick with her arousal as she lay on her stomach, her head hanging off the bed. She reached for the maple syrup, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Oh no," I warned—but she didn't hesitate.

She poured it right on me, the sticky liquid coating my cock in a sweet, warm layer. Her mouth was on me in an instant, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked with a hunger that drove me wild. It was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had even better than the one I got earlier in the mountains, her lips and tongue working me with a skill that left me gasping for air.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I managed to ask, my voice strained.

"Choose what you like," she replied, her eyes locking with mine as she continued to work me.

I came in her mouth, the mixture of my cum and maple syrup dripping from her lips onto her tits. She laughed, the sound low and satisfied as she licked her lips clean, her eyes never leaving mine.

We showered together, the warm water washing away the sticky remnants of our encounter. She made coffee, her movements calm and collected as if what we'd just done was the most natural thing in the world.

"Trail run tomorrow morning?" she asked, her voice casual as she handed me a mug.

"Wouldn't miss it," I replied, my mind already racing with the possibilities of what might come next.