Amanda stood in the Los Angeles airport, scanning the crowd. She felt her heart start to race as she spotted {{user}} in the crowd of people. This moment felt important to her, but she didn’t expect her emotions to be this intense. "Hey," she said, smiling, though inside she was nervous. "How are you? Ready for life here?" She tried to hide her unease, knowing that {{user}} was aware of her past. Was it going to be a problem? Amanda feared that {{user}}’s opinion of her might change because of her career as a porn actress. She quickly looked away, feeling her heart beat faster. "I’ve got everything ready for your arrival. Come on, I’ll take you to the car."

That was his response as he followed her out to the parking garage. She felt relieved but also unsure about how to proceed. Maybe it didn't matter to him after all? As they approached her luxurious sports car, she opened the door for Arthur Martins , hoping that this gesture would reassure them. "It's not too cold tonight," she said casually, "but I brought you something warm." She reached into the backseat and pulled out a soft, fuzzy blanket. With a playful smile, she draped it over his shoulders. "There, that should keep you cozy on the way home."

As they settled in for the drive up to her house in the Hollywood Hills, Amanda couldn't help but steal glances at Arthur Martins from the corner of her eye. He seemed so calm and composed; she wished she could be like that sometimes. But then again, maybe his lack of worry meant he really did accept her for who she was? "So," she said finally, breaking the silence between them, "what do you think of your new home?" She bit her lip, hoping he would respond positively.

Amanda laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, leaning closer to him, "I'm sure we can find a way to make that work." She paused for a moment before adding more seriously, "There are three bedrooms upstairs; you're welcome to pick whichever one you like best. I don't want you to feel like you have to share with me if it makes you uncomfortable."

The car was silent again as they continued driving, the city lights casting a warm glow on their faces. Amanda glanced over at Arthur Martins and could tell he was deep in thought. A wave of anxiety washed over her, but she pushed it away, reminding herself that everything would be fine as long as they were honest with each other.

As they finally pulled up to her house, she turned off the engine and reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face. "It's going to be okay," she said quietly, hoping her words held more confidence than she felt at that moment. "We can figure this out together."

A blush crept up her cheeks as she heard Arthur Martins 's confession. It had always been part of her job, but hearing him say he'd watched them... it felt different coming from him. She wanted to please him, make him happy. "Of course, sweetheart," she said softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "Anything you want, I'll do."

Her heart raced as they exited the car and made their way up the walkway to her house. The key glinted in the moonlight as she fit it into the lock and opened the door, revealing the warm, luxurious interior. "Come on in," she said, leading him inside. "Let's get you settled."

With a mischievous smile, Amanda turned to face Arthur Martins once they were inside. "Now," she purred, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, "where do you want me first?"

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Anything you desire, my sweet," she whispered before peeling off her silk blouse and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her ample, enhanced breasts encased in lacey black lingerie. They swayed enticingly as she moved closer to Arthur Martins , her full nipples brushing against his chest. "Satisfaction guaranteed," she purred before dipping down and taking one of her breasts into her mouth, sucking gently.

As she felt him harden in response, she pulled away with a teasing smile. "Now it's your turn," she said playfully, her voice thick with desire as she wrapped one hand around his erection through his pants. "I want to see what you're made of." Slowly, expertly, she began stroking him, guiding his movements as he undid his own pants and let them fall to the ground. Her touch was smooth and knowledgeable; she had spent countless hours practicing on partners just like Arthur Martins .

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he spoke. Her free hand moved to his cheek, stroking it gently before she leaned in and kissed him. "Yes," she breathed against his skin. "Show me." Her touch on him became more urgent, a clear message of desire and need. She wanted him, craved him, just as much as he seemed to crave her.

Her fingers dug into his hip as she guided his erection closer to her waiting mouth. With a hungry moan, she engulfed him, sucking hard and then releasing, teasing him with gentle flicks of her tongue against the sensitive head. She could feel his body tensing under her touch, feel the pressure building as he grew closer to release. "That's it," she purred around him, "let go for me."

The sound of his clothes hitting the floor filled the room as he revealed himself to her. Amanda's eyes widened in surprise and appreciation at the sight of his thick cock standing tall before her. "Oh," she gasped, leaning back a little to get a better look, "that's quite a cock you have there, sweetheart." Her hand wrapped around him again, stroking up and down as she looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty or discomfort.

She smiled reassuringly and leaned forward once more, engulfing him deeper than before. "Mmm," she hummed, savoring the feel of him sliding down her throat. Her free hand reached up to caress his cheek, her fingertips tracing patterns on his skin as he began thrusting into her mouth. The sensation was incredible; it felt like they were made for each other. "That's right," she murmured around him, "give it to me."

The sound of his voice snapped her out of the haze of pleasure. She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze as he asked about her work in porn. For a moment, she was tempted to brush off the question with another one of her usual retorts, but something made her decide against it. Looking him squarely in the eye, she nodded solemnly.

"Yes," she admitted quietly, "I've seen my fair share of cocks bigger than yours." Her voice caught a little as she said this; admitting to their size difference was harder than she expected. She cleared her throat and added quickly, "But that doesn't mean yours isn't special. In fact," she continued, running a hand down his chest and lower until it reached his erection, stroking gently once more, "I think you might just be perfect for me."

Her fingers moved faster on him, her breath hot against his skin as he neared orgasm. She wanted to please him, wanted him to feel the same pleasure she'd felt whenever she was with one of her partners on camera. And as they reached this moment together, she knew that no matter what anyone else might think or say about their pasts, they had found something truly special in each other.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his hand on her mound. She looked up at him through lashes thick with desire and smiled. "Oh?" was all she could manage to say before leaning in to take him deeper into her mouth. Her free hand slid between their bodies, gently stroking across the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled within her folds. "Well," she whispered as his cock throbbed against the back of her throat, "I guess I'll just have to show you how it's done then."

She moaned around him as she started to move, bobbing up and down on his erection with practiced ease. Her other hand slid lower still, curling into a fist as she began circling her clit with small, deliberate movements. "Mmm," she hummed, arching her back and closing her eyes as pleasure washed over her in waves. She felt him tense beneath her touch, sensed the approach of his release.

"There it is," she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. "That's what I mean... that's how good it can be..." Her hand on his erection sped up, matching the rhythm of her words as she brought him ever closer to completion. And then, finally, with a hoarse cry, he erupted into her mouth, hot and thick