Home Movies - Part 34 - 4K

It's the middle of the afternoon as Kim awakens from a midday siesta to find an unusually quiet Possible household. The Tweebs are usually running from room to room as they film this scene of that...but not today. Rolling off her bed in little more than a thong and a smile, Kim grabs the first thing she sees...a sleeveless tank top, her side boobs pooching out from the undersized garment. Call it a lull in their schedule or just a case of the Summer doldrums, the redheaded starlet quickly finds herself padding around in her bare feet, wandering the house out of sheer boredom.

Through the living room and into the den, Kim discovers the deserted workings of the Tweeb's most recent shoot...Kaori, Hicka-Bicka-Boo Productions' most recent hire, having done a solo scene if memory serves her correctly. Through the dining room and into the kitchen, there's not a soul in sight. Kim stops to rummage through the refrigerator, then closes the door, thinking better of snacking out of boredom...a girl's gotta watch her figure you know.

Down the hall and into Ann's room yields a small mountain of unmentionables piled on the bed. Her mother was probably somewhere in the middle of putting away laundry before heading to work this morning. A quick root threw the pile and Kim holds a cute camisole up to her body while turning to look in her mother's full-length mirror. A sultry smirk as she pivots her hips, Kim puffs out her chest while looking at her reflection...

Kim: Yeah, I'm gonna have to steal this one, Mom.

A few garment-admiring minutes later and Kim finally hears the first signs of life in the house, someone clacking at a keyboard further down the hall. Videography is one thing, but editing is a whole other animal...for every hour of filming, the Tweebs spend ten times that amount digitally snipping away at the footage. Tim and Jim barely acknowledge her as Kim ambles into the room...both at opposite sides of a table, one at his laptop, the other tinkering with some piece of recording gear.

Kim: Wow! That looks huge on camera.

Kim sidles up behind Tim, leaning in to get a better look at the image on his laptop...and in doing so, intentionally smooshing her breasts against his neck and shoulder. On the screen, some b-roll footage of Kaori plays, the former lounge singer stroking her enormity as she converses with some off-screen person...according to the script (and yet to be filmed), Ann and Kaori are next-door neighbors, two under-serviced housewives going full-on futa-on-female while their husbands are at work. While the footage rolls, Kim lazily runs a fingernail across Tim's shirted chest and down his abs, stopping short of popping the button on his shorts. The footage continues with Kaori ceasing her acting role and then matter-of-factly turning to the Tweebs behind the camera...

Tim: (audible on screen) Cut!

Kaori: (on screen) I'm gonna need the...

Tim: (audible on screen) Can we get the performance enhancer in here, please?

Just as the footage ends, Heather can be seen entering the frame...Kim's breasts jiggle when she lets out a momentary guffaw of a laugh, amused by the sight of her single-episode acting partner from way back in the House of Mouse days.

Kim: No - you - did - not?

Tim simply wobbles his head in acknowledgement, Kim's boobs wobbling in unison as he does so.

Kim: You hired her...? Little Miss Valley Girl...? To be the fluffer!?

Jim looks up from his tinkering, the corner of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smirk.

Jim: Show 'er the rest of the footage.

A fluffer's job is to either manually or orally stimulate an actor...essentially getting them hard before a scene and keeping them as such between takes. Tim mirrors Jim's smirk...Kim, not knowing what to expect, she gives the Tweeb across the table a quizzical look. No sooner has Tim clicked the mouse, Kim's mouth drops open, mesmerized by what she sees...and promptly pops the button on Tim's shorts and pulls out his girth. Far from a normal pre-scene handy, a nude Heather sits atop Kaori's lap, bouncing on her enormity in a 'wrapped lotus position'.

Heather: (on screen) C-c-come on! Buh-bury that f-f-fat cock in me! F-fuck me like I'm your dr-drunkin' pruh-prom date!

Five minutes of watching Heather curse like a sailor and Kim dispenses with the handwork, pulling Tim's chair back so that she can sit in his lap. Round the armrest, she wastes little time...standing between his legs, she holds his unit, anything but gingerly lowering herself upon it. Kim lets out a wavering hiss of a sign, all the way to hilt, and instantly begins to buck her hips. Forward and back, 'round in slow circles, the redhead grinds against the Tweeb's base as she watches Heather do much the same.

Kim: Juh-jeezuz. Thh-the m-mouth on th-this girl.

Jim: Ohhh, just wait'll the part where she -uses- that mouth.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2