The mix of sensations was starting to become overwhelming as Helena lay on the bed.  Her vision was suddenly freed from the sight of Jamal's ass, and instead she found herself staring up at a boom mic.  She could only imagine what the noises she was making sounded like.  A mix of moans, groans, and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.<br/><br/>The mauling of her breasts had moved into the territory of painful as Jamal squeezed them around his cock, his fingers and hands digging deep into the soft globes.  Each thrust between her legs rocked her upwards, causing her breasts to bounce.  The friction of skin on skin meant that Jamal had to do his own work to fuck her, but it made for a good look on the television.<br/><br/>She suddenly couldn't remember her line.  She opened her mouth to reply to Terv, but only heavy breathing and a grunt of exertion came out.  She was saved by Jamal's words, and the sudden thud of a heavy cock across her face.  It felt like a physical slap, and from that angle seemed immense.  She was caught between a desire for more, and a fear of what they had planned for the rest of the movie.