My Rough Collab Creampie

Face down, ass up — Jax showed my subscribers exactly how hard I can take it.

I stepped into the studio feeling that familiar mix of nerves and excitement buzzing under my light brown skin. Even at sixteen, I’d done plenty of shoots by now, but a proper collaboration always felt different—like stepping onto someone else’s turf while still offering up every inch of myself. My tiny black short shorts clung to the generous flare of my curvy hips, the thin fabric stretched tight across the thick, rounded swell of my chunky ass, barely covering the lower curves. Beneath them, the skimpy black g-string’s delicate strings teased constantly against my smooth, hairless groin and the soft weight of my full sac with every step. White long socks hugged my shapely thighs all the way up, disappearing into crisp white high-top sneakers that added a sporty bounce to my walk. A plain white t-shirt hugged the soft, conical swells on my chest, and I kept my loose gray hoodie zipped halfway, the casual layer helping me feel a little less exposed on arrival.

Jax greeted me at the door with an easy grin that widened the second his piercing green eyes swept over me. The lanky white guy in his late twenties towered at around six-two, his lean, wiry frame covered in intricate black-and-gray tattoos that snaked down his arms, across his neck, and disappeared beneath the black tank top clinging to his narrow torso. Messy dark brown hair fell across his forehead, framing sharp cheekbones and that intense gaze. “Holy shit, you really showed up looking like that,” he said, voice low and appreciative as he stepped aside to let me in. “Those shorts are criminal on you.”

I felt my pouty lips curve into a shy but pleased smile, my large brown eyes meeting his as my shoulder-length dark wavy hair swayed with the tilt of my head. “Figured I should make a good first impression for the collab,” I replied, my voice soft and breathy. “You’re Jax, right? Your stuff’s intense. I’m excited to see how this turns out.”

Rico, the stocky cameraman, gave me a professional nod from behind a lighting rig. Mid-thirties, muscular Latino build, neatly trimmed beard framing a broad square face, warm brown eyes, and short-cropped black hair. His gray t-shirt stretched across powerful shoulders and a solid chest, cargo shorts and sneakers completing the practical look. “We’ll make it look good,” he said, already adjusting a camera. “You move naturally on camera. This is gonna pop.”

We spent the first half hour chatting casually in the brightly lit main area, sipping water while Jax showed me around the clean, professional studio space. He explained his usual raw, no-holds-barred style—lots of close-ups, real reactions, nothing fake. I complimented the detailed ink covering his arms and the glimpses of his tattooed chest, tracing one swirling pattern lightly with my fingertip when he rolled his shoulder to show it off. “These are beautiful,” I murmured. “The roses and skulls together… really striking.”

Jax’s green eyes sparkled. “Thanks. If you ever want some work done, I’ll hook you up with my artist. Gift for the collab—no strings. Your skin would take ink nicely.” The offer sent a little thrill through me. I nodded eagerly, already imagining delicate lines accentuating my narrow waist or the curve of my hips.

Rico kept things moving, directing the conversation toward angles and lighting preferences while testing shots. The easy vibe helped settle my nerves. By the time we stepped into the simple bedroom set—soft lighting, large bed, multiple cameras ready—I felt ready.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Jax said, his voice dropping into that dominant register I recognized from his videos. He peeled my gray hoodie off my shoulders first, then tugged the white t-shirt up and over my head, exposing the smooth, soft swells of my chest to the cool studio air. My nipples tightened instantly under the lights. I dropped smoothly to my knees on the plush rug, white high-tops planted firmly, long white socks bunching slightly around my calves. My round feminine face tilted up toward him, large brown eyes locking onto his as my wavy hair framed my features.

Jax shoved his tank top off, revealing the full canvas of tattoos across his lean torso. I reached up with both soft hands, tracing the hard lines of his hips before freeing his cock. It sprang out rock-hard—straight, seven inches of rigid length with prominent veins standing out along the shaft. Not the thickest I’d taken, but diamond-hard and pulsing with need. A low, appreciative hum escaped my pouty lips.

I started slow and reverent, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the warm underside, feeling the heat and the way it twitched against my full lips. My tongue followed, dragging in long, slow, wet strokes from the base all the way to the swollen head, swirling around the tip to taste the salty bead of precum already leaking there. Jax groaned deeply, one hand resting on my wavy hair. I nuzzled lower, burying my face against his balls, inhaling his musky scent before sucking one smooth orb gently into the warm, wet heat of my mouth. I rolled it tenderly with my tongue, lips sealed around it, while my right hand stroked his rigid shaft in firm, twisting pulls. Switching to the other ball, I lavished the same slow, worshipful attention on it, sucking and lapping until both hung slick and shiny with my saliva.

“Fuck, that mouth feels even better than I imagined,” Jax muttered, voice rough.

I looked up at him through my long lashes, then parted my pouty lips wider and took the head into my mouth. The rigid length stretched my lips as I slid deeper, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside. I bobbed steadily, taking more with each pass until the head nudged the back of my throat. Saliva built quickly. I relaxed my muscles and pushed further, gagging wetly as my throat convulsed around him. Strings of spit spilled from the corners of my stretched lips, dripping messily down my chin and onto the soft swells of my bare chest.

Jax’s grip tightened in my wavy hair. He started thrusting, turning the blowjob into a proper throat fucking. I choked and gagged around his diamond-hard cock, eyes watering, but kept my large brown eyes fixed upward on his face. The bulge in my throat was visible with each push, my round cheeks flushing hot as saliva poured down in shiny rivulets. Rico’s camera moved in close, capturing every sloppy detail—the way my throat worked, the wet gurgles, the tears clinging to my lashes, the mess dripping onto my chest.

I moaned around him, the vibrations pulling deeper groans from Jax. My own five-inch circumcised cock strained hard against the front of my tiny black shorts, leaking steadily into the g-string. He fucked my face with increasing rhythm, hips snapping forward while I gagged and drooled, hands braced on his tattooed thighs for balance. Just when my jaw started to ache deliciously, he pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen pouty lips to his glistening cock.

“Bed. Now,” he growled.

We moved to the mattress. Jax flipped me onto my stomach with strong hands, yanking my tiny black shorts and the skimpy g-string down my shapely thighs in one rough motion, leaving them bunched around my knees. My white long socks and high-tops stayed on, the sporty look contrasting with my now mostly exposed, curvy body. He mounted me immediately, his lean, heavily tattooed frame pressing down against my back, trapping me beneath him. His hands greedily groped and kneaded the thick, plush cheeks of my chunky ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh and spreading me open.

“God, this ass is unreal,” he muttered hotly against my ear. His mouth descended next, tongue dragging flat and hungry from my full sac all the way up my smooth cleft. He licked with aggressive hunger, swirling wetly around my tight pucker before spearing the pointed tip inside me. I moaned loudly into the sheets, hips pushing back as his tongue fucked in and out with messy, probing thrusts. Two of his fingers soon joined, pumping deep and scissoring me open while his tongue continued lapping and swirling. The stretch burned sweetly, my inner walls fluttering around the invasion as he worked me open.

After several long, filthy minutes of him devouring and fingering my ass, Jax pulled back. I felt the blunt, rock-hard head of his cock press against my slick entrance. He didn’t tease. With one powerful thrust he drove forward, burying all seven inches deep inside me in a single stroke. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the sudden stretch flared hot and intense, my smooth channel forced wide around his rigid length. Pain and fullness mixed in a dizzying rush, my fingers twisting into the sheets.

“Fuck… so tight,” Jax groaned, bottoming out with his hips flush against my jiggling ass. He gave me only a moment before he started moving—long, forceful strokes that slammed down into me, his lean body pinning me completely to the mattress in a deep prone position. His tattooed chest pressed hot against my back, one hand fisting my wavy hair and pulling my head back slightly while the other reached under me to molest the soft conical swells of my chest. He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples hard, sending sparks straight to my leaking cock trapped beneath me.

Each powerful thrust made my thick ass ripple and jiggle under the impact, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Rico circled with the handheld camera, getting overhead shots of my body trapped and rocking beneath Jax’s relentless pounding, then side angles showing the way my ass swallowed every inch of his rigid cock. Jax spanked me sharply between thrusts, his palm cracking against my plush cheeks and leaving stinging heat that bloomed bright red across my light brown skin.

I cried out expressively with every deep drive, my voice breathy and broken. “Yes—harder… I can feel you so deep like this…” My large brown eyes were half-lidded, pouty lips parted on constant moans as my curvy body trembled under him. The angle kept him grinding relentlessly against that sensitive spot inside me, turning the burning stretch into overwhelming, throbbing pleasure. His balls slapped against me with every slam, his hand continuing to grope and maul my soft chest while he fucked me with raw intensity.

Sweat slicked our skin where we were joined. My shoulder-length wavy hair stuck to my flushed round cheeks and neck. Jax’s breath was hot against my ear as he pounded me without mercy, hips snapping down hard enough to make the bed creak. “Taking it so fucking good,” he rasped, spanking me again. “This pretty little body was made for getting wrecked.”

I pushed back as much as I could in the pinned position, whimpering and moaning, lost in the sensation of being completely dominated and filled. The camera captured everything—the jiggle of my thick ass, the way my hole stretched tight around his pistoning cock, the messy expressions on my feminine face.

Jax kept hammering into me with those relentless downward thrusts, his lean, tattooed body plastered hot and sweaty against my back. Every powerful slam sent ripples through the thick, plush flesh of my chunky ass and made my soft conical breasts press harder into the mattress. My shoulder-length dark wavy hair clung damply to my flushed round cheeks, and my large brown eyes were glassy with overwhelming sensation. I moaned openly, voice breathy and trembling. “It feels so deep like this… you’re hitting everything inside me…”

He gave my ass one last firm slap, the sting blooming hot across my light brown skin, then pulled out slowly. His rigid seven-inch cock glistened with my juices as he flipped me onto my back with surprising ease. I gasped as he grabbed the backs of my knees and shoved them upward and apart, folding my smooth, shapely legs until my white high-top sneakers pointed straight toward the ceiling. My thick ass tilted up completely, fully exposed, while the tiny black shorts and g-string remained tangled around my left ankle. The new angle left me wide open and vulnerable, my leaking five-inch cock resting hard against my lower belly.

“Fuck, look at you,” Jax growled, green eyes dark with lust as he knelt between my spread thighs. “That pretty round face all flushed, those big brown eyes watering, and this soft little body folded up so nicely for me.” He rubbed the fat head of his diamond-hard cock up and down my slick cleft before pushing back inside in one smooth, powerful glide. The fresh stretch burned deliciously in this folded position, his rigid length driving even deeper than before. I cried out sharply, fingers clutching the sheets as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my upturned ass.

He immediately started pounding hard, the angle letting every thrust grind directly against that sensitive spot deep inside me. Pleasure exploded through my core with each snap of his hips. His tattooed chest hovered over me, close enough that I could see the intricate patterns of skulls and roses shifting with every movement. Jax leaned down, capturing one of my soft, conical breasts in his mouth. He sucked hard on the sensitive nipple, teeth grazing before biting down lightly, sending sharp sparks of pain-laced ecstasy straight to my cock. His other hand roamed greedily—groping and kneading the heavy curves of my ass, spreading my cheeks wider so viewers could watch himself disappear inside me, then delivering sharp, stinging spanks that made my folded body jolt.

“Such a cute little cock,” he murmured against my chest, switching to the other nipple and sucking even harder while his hand wrapped around my five-inch length. He stroked me in rough, twisting pulls, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the swollen head. “Looks so good on this curvy, girly frame. Leaking everywhere while I wreck you.”

I whimpered loudly, my expressive voice filling the room. “It feels too good… you’re so hard inside me… keep touching me like that, please—” My pouty lips stayed parted on constant moans as he railed me mercilessly in the folded position, my white high-tops bouncing in the air with every brutal thrust. Rico moved in closer with the handheld, capturing tight close-ups of my contorted, ecstatic face, the way my soft chest jiggled with each impact, and the obscene sight of my hole stretched tight around Jax’s pistoning shaft.

The sensations blurred together—burning stretch, deep throbbing fullness, the wet slap of his hips against my ass, his mouth and fingers abusing my sensitive nipples and leaking cock. I was trembling, lost in it, when Jax suddenly pulled out again.

He manhandled me to the edge of the bed, positioning me on all fours with my knees right at the mattress edge and my upper body angled downward. My thick, chunky ass pushed out invitingly toward him, back arched deeply. Jax stood behind me on the floor, gripping my wide curvy hips with both hands. He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust, the standing angle letting him drive even harder and deeper. The force made my plush ass ripple wildly with every impact.

He spanked me repeatedly, sharp cracks echoing as his palms left glowing red handprints across my jiggling cheeks. “This fat ass was made for taking dick,” he grunted, spreading my cheeks wide with both hands so Rico could get a perfect low-angle shot of his rigid cock plunging in and out. My five-inch cock and full sac swung heavily beneath me with each punishing thrust, dripping steadily onto the mattress. Jax alternated between long, grinding strokes that made me feel every vein and rapid, jackhammer pounding that turned my moans into broken, whimpering cries.

I pushed back eagerly, meeting him thrust for thrust, my wavy hair swaying wildly. “Harder—please, I love how you’re stretching me open…” My voice came out needy and shameless. The combination of his rough hands kneading and spanking my ass, the deep penetration, and the camera capturing every filthy detail pushed me right to the edge again.

Jax wasn’t finished. He pulled me up and sat on the edge of the bed, dragging me onto his lap facing away from him. His strong arms hooked under my knees, locking me into a tight hold that lifted and spread my legs wide apart. Suspended helplessly in his grip, my thick ass hovered over his lap as he guided his still-rigid cock back to my entrance and pulled me down onto it. Gravity did the rest. I sank fully onto his diamond-hard length in one smooth drop, a loud, broken moan tearing from my throat at the intense depth.

Completely locked in his arms, I could only bounce as he thrust upward powerfully. My body was fully exposed—soft conical breasts jiggling freely, my leaking five-inch cock bouncing with every movement, and my stretched hole on complete display. Rico’s main camera zoomed in tight on where we were joined while the secondary caught my flushed, pleasure-drunk face and the way my dark wavy hair bounced around my feminine features.

Jax fucked me with raw intensity, biting at the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulders while using his grip to lift and drop me onto his cock. The position drove him impossibly deep, every upward thrust grinding mercilessly against my prostate. The mix of the restrictive, dominant hold, the overwhelming fullness, and the constant stimulation finally pushed me over.

My hole clenched hard around him as I came untouched, thick ropes of cum spurting across the carpet in messy pulses. Sharp cries spilled from my pouty lips, my large brown eyes rolling back as intense waves crashed through my sixteen-year-old body. The rhythmic squeezing of my orgasm tipped Jax over the edge right after. He buried himself as deep as possible with a guttural groan and erupted, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me. Pulse after pulse filled my insides until it was overflowing.

We stayed locked like that for a long moment, both panting heavily. Jax slowly released my legs and eased me off him. Rico moved in immediately for the final close-up, camera zooming tight on my gaping, well-fucked hole as Jax’s thick load began dripping out in creamy white trails down my smooth skin and onto the mattress below.

“Perfect,” Rico murmured, satisfied. “That’s gonna break records on both pages.”

We wrapped the shoot with tired, satisfied smiles. Jax helped me clean up, surprisingly gentle now that the scene was done. “You were incredible,” he said, green eyes warm. “I meant what I said about the tattoo. Hit me up whenever you’re ready—I’ll set it up.” We confirmed the dual release with watermarks promoting both channels would go live that night, then exchanged hugs and numbers before I headed out.

Back home that evening, my body still pleasantly sore and leaking reminders of the intense session, I collapsed onto my bed with a content sigh. My phone rang a little while later. It was Finn.

“Hey,” I answered, unable to hide the smile in my voice.

“Dude, I’ve got good news,” Finn said, excitement clear. “I found a relatively cheap trailer for rent in a safe little park just outside the city. Nothing fancy, but it’s private, secure, and available now. You could finally have your own space to store everything and film without worrying about your dad walking in.”

I smiled in the dark, staring up at the ceiling as warmth spread through my chest. At sixteen, the idea of having even a small place that was truly mine felt like freedom. I could already picture rebuilding my secret wardrobe there, planning new shoots, and living a little more openly.

“The future feels wider open than ever,” I whispered softly to myself after we hung up, my fingers absently tracing one of the faint red handprints still visible on my thick ass.

I couldn’t wait to see what came next.