superstar: sings for everybody

Merche was astonished to see how everything worked. She came with the excuse of being the one to clean Billy's back. He scandalously asked her to wear fishnet stockings, a short skirt without underwear, a tight shirt, and a jacket that went a little lower than her skirt.

-You look beautiful, - Billy whispered carefully while squeezing her buttocks.

She wanted to scream but could only blush, hitting him hard on the hand, wanting to end the gesture of low modesty. Billy focused his gaze on her; he looked so handsome with his long hair styled back, that style apparently being Nordic, with the sides and back shaved, and the long strands of hair combed back.

-Stop being scandalous; people aren't watching, - the girl whispered, looking at an older woman Billy had whispered was the producer and writer of the saga. -Just let me act. -

The older woman looked tired, and her deep dark circles suggested sleepless nights or excessive work.

-Miss Jhoanna, you are delightful company. What do you think of my haircut? I decided on a shaved style on the sides and long on top, - Billy commented, giving a slight bow as he lowered his gaze from her eyes to her lips and then to her neck before returning up. The boy was starting to see something interesting in trying to sleep with the woman who seemed like an iron wall. "After making love, she prepares lunch and washes my clothes. Ahhh, how beautiful mothers are.

Jhoanna felt Billy's vibes and quickly withdrew her hand; she was somewhat unsure of how to proceed. A mature woman commenting that a boy was flirting with her was strange and inappropriate.

-That's fine, it's just that we heard you got a tattoo, and the scenes in the water are in fifteen days, - commented J.K. Rowling with a twisted mouth, as if perhaps a postponement might not be as favorable as expected.

-No problem, I will record properly, - Billy replied, winking at her. The tattoo only needed eight more days of care before it could get wet. The entire filming process was a mess; even after they had filmed the broom scenes, they now had to film the water scenes, which were the second most complex.

-Do you know how to swim? I wouldn't want to be surprised to find out you can't swim; it would be a complete difficulty. Honestly, I don't understand how production can be so careless, - the woman commented hurriedly with a certain air of surprise. She tried to take a deep breath, but the cheeky boy kept staring at her lips without averting his gaze. She coughed a bit louder hoping he'd stop, but he only focused his view on her, lowering his eyes.

-Go to my dressing room, - Billy commented, saying goodbye to the older woman, who was eager to end the conversation. The studio was bustling, and taking the girl who was behind him by the waist, anyone would be scandalized seeing her dressed, but he denied it. The evasive eyes continued with their own; some of the children only pointed while he closed the door, at the same time attacking Merche, while his thin waist, the rise of her remarkable buttocks bit into her thighs, and he tasted her flavors as she was pressed against the door.

She was wet after just a taste and had a sour, sweet flavor, while she stretched her tongue and touched her button, as she convulsed.

-Wait. -

Billy inserted a finger deeply while his tongue pressed hard against her clitoris. He always wanted to turn her over; the way he turned and probed her anus made her scream, but she bent her body while his tongue pressed and gently caressed that thin hole. While the gothic girl moaned daringly, Billy used another finger to caress her other weak point. She was in a fever that prevented her from deciding reasonably, while Billy felt a somewhat thicker, white liquid flowing almost reaching the fourth minute as she tried to gasp.

His fingers explored various places to the point of pressing and continuing to the broadest level; she tried to refuse again. He had been playing with both games for a while and took out some lubricant from his pocket; it had something extra, perhaps an itch, an essence that ignited a fire in the areas it was applied. He smeared it on her backside, and she took a "soft" breath.

-Put the condom on me, darling, - she said, grabbing her hair and taking her to the floor. As she put on the condom with her mouth, she swallowed completely to the back, even to the gagging, but he held on and violently pressed deeper; her tears escaped. He released and felt relief as he breathed.

-Holy God! - was all that was going on in her head, as Billy continued to play with her. Billy unbuttoned her skirt and plunged into her ass, she gasped loudly, hard and guttural, trying to take the pleasure for granted, but he kept going again and again, she had allowed this on previous nights, and every day she felt more pleasure from anal sex. He was rigorous but willing, the pleasure he felt with each stroke was meaningless to her, when Billy found out he didn't stop playing with her forbidden place and took her on the second night, it was something she never expected.

They lasted the time that passed either too slow or too long, it was impossible to define in words the sensation of being taken. Once, pumping, she removed the condom and threw it into a small bucket, but Billy, not finished, invaded her vagina in second place as he went in desire, in many ambiguous ways he ended up being more practical and romantic, this time, embracing, they both played together until he came inside her, hot and creamy, In her who is somewhat sore from the whole situation now feels the traces of the sensation, she is getting used to it with more intensity, it is possible that in the coming days t, things will go further and she wants to refuse but there is something that consumes her, without strength, she ends up settling on the carpet of the trailer, exhausted.

-That was amazing, sweetheart,- Billy said, stretching his body before putting his clothes back on. He had a rehearsal to record.

Michael Ocklars, still shaken by the events, stood waiting. The grandeur of the studio and its towering walls left him in awe as he wandered the maze-like layout. The room was set, and Billy had a pool practice session with professional divers lined up. It should excite the young man, who stepped into the trailer. Judging by the noises, the grunts, and the banging sounds inside, he was up to something he shouldn't be. It would be a headache, but Michael wasn't one to deny Billy anything. Gossip would undoubtedly start swirling, but for now, he pulled up a chair and stationed himself like a sentinel.

The boy emerged, his flushed skin glistening with sweat. He wore a tight pool shirt that clung to his body, along with form-fitting shorts and rubber pool shoes—Crocs. A large white towel rested over his shoulder. A short distance away stood the girl, her disheveled light-blue hair brushing her shoulders. Her delicate features—heart-shaped lips and an elfin charm—made her strikingly pretty. Her cheeks were flushed, and the blue shirt tightly clinging to her frame revealed more than she might have intended, a bold sight to behold.

-Hey, - Billy said casually.

-You're late, fifteen minutes behind schedule, - Michael replied with an accusatory glance.

-Merche, stay here. There's a fridge nearby, and the pantry's around somewhere. There's also a TV if you want to rest. I'll see you in three hours, darling. - Billy approached the girl, planting a deep kiss. His fingers trailed up from her ribs to her chest, his thumb playing teasingly. She instinctively leaned away into the trailer's blind spot, out of view from the door.

-What are you waiting for, an invitation? - Michael shouted, breaking the moment.

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Training underwater was an eye-opening task. At the same time, countless scenes needed filming. Billy wore a suit adorned with the Dumstrang emblem. A few girls shot lingering glances at his muscular physique, and he played it up, clearly enjoying the attention.

-Any questions? - asked the diver.

No one responded, but everyone knew their roles. They were in a deep, 4-meter pool housed in a vast room built specifically for the Goblet of Fire movie. Billy spotted some of the main cast children. His hair slicked back, and the tattoo on his back peeked through when he turned.

-We'll start in five minutes, - the instructor said, discussing safety mechanisms with the crew.

-Robert, stop making that face. You look sicker than usual, - Billy quipped.

-You're late, - Robert replied flatly.

-Sorry, - Billy said, nonchalantly.

-You're not sorry at all. I talked to some folks earlier. They think the upcoming shoots will be overwhelming for you and that you won't handle it, - Robert murmured.

Billy smirked, his expression dismissive. -They work with me, but I'm me. Their pace? What nonsense… Who are they? I'd love to tell them off. -

-Forget it. -

-I'm not spiteful. I'll tell them off when the time comes, - Billy said, sitting by the pool's edge. The cold water lapped at his knees as he watched Daniel Radcliffe make his shy, boyish face. The blonde girl, meanwhile, stole glances from the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice him.

They were instructed to take small breaths, descend slowly without rushing, and surface if they couldn't hold on.

Billy jumped into the pool, attempting a dive. It was harder than it looked, but he didn't care. The instructions were clear: follow along. Letting himself sink, it became manageable with an oxygen pipe in hand. They swam in rounds for 20 minutes. Billy kept up as best he could. The water was dark and murky, with shades of green. Visibility was limited to barely an arm's length, and breathing solely through his mouth was miserable. Yet, he endured.

When ordered to ascend, they moved as slowly as they had descended.

-Is everyone okay? - the instructor asked, checking for any signs of distress.

-Let's take a break, - the instructor suggested, his voice echoing faintly as Billy's ears buzzed and his jaw ached from the tight grip of the equipment.

-We'll resume in ten minutes, - the instructor added, moving around to check vital signs and ask about symptoms.

Billy caught his breath, visibly tired. The others didn't look great either, but the lead actor seemed far more accustomed to the grueling activities.

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