AI Fake Actresses I wish to see more on DF

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As you wait in the dark for your best friend in the hope that she’s spotted you in the audience, you smell water. It’s like the smell of a stream or a waterfall. Then you hear it, a distant pattering of water. It isn’t raining, or it’d be audible a lot more loudly. Walking towards the sound, you find yourself entering the Yellow Chillies production studio next door through the connecting door. When you enter, the damp smell of waterfall hits you before you see the artificial water feature. There’s a big crowd in the room and there are cameras but there’s no one near the water feature. You move a bit further to where the crowd seems to be focusing and wham! You see a sight that few get to see without actually paying for it. It’s your muse, performing another bomb of an item number. The first time barely left you alive, this time, she might end up unaliving you.

Tamannah Bhatia

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She gets out of a cage and starts moving her hip in ways that make it seem like it’s made of jelly. To be frank, the whole scene makes you feel like your brain is made of jelly. The convulsions of her hip and the contracting of her belly button as just mind-boggling.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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Unsure of whether it’s the choreography or the flawless execution of it, she looks unbearably seductive, prompting your dick to all but scream at you from inside your pants to be let out and stroked!

Tamannaah Bhatia

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Like a slave to her body, you obey her unsaid command and unzip right on spot and caress your cock to the moves of her upper body. Every thrust and every lock of her dance moves makes the next stroke on your dick seem more intense than the last one. Before you realise it, you’re in an almost trance state, the only object of your attention, your muse and everything else seems like filler.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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As her hands move up and down her body with every step, she pauses, or so it seems to you, for a second longer than usual at her tits. It’s like a snapshot that your eyes take of her mid-step that rests in the background of your mind as you mindlessly jerk-off to her dancing.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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Perhaps the lighting changes a little or perhaps she moves a little, but your hallucinating brain refuses to take your eyes off of her and focus on anything else. It’s like hypnosis and it gets worse when her tits seem to grow in that snapshot of hers in your mind. Your dick instantly responds by twitching and threatening to blow off the entire load immediately but the small, but conscious part of you says “not yet”

Tamannaah Bhatia

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Her expressions are so on point, just the way her mouth moves with the raunchy lyrics and eyes complement the heat of the words cuts through to your heart. This woman can rule the world and you’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she demands it. Your cock wholeheartedly agrees.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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Goddess Tams then proceeds to thrust her hips forwards and backwards for a step and your brain simply pictures her doing that with you and your body seems to further shut down now. She’s mesmerised you and has full and final control of your mind, body and soul at this point.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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There’s a sharp lighting change and her style of dance changes too. But the sultriness of the whole thing simply seems to be increasing exponentially and you can’t help but beat your dick to her moves harder and harder. People seem to be noticing you now but barring a few judgemental eyes, almost everyone seems to understand why you’re doing what you’re doing. Not that you fucking care. This is a tribute to your Queen.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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As your mind recovers from the trance a little, it seems to you that the choreographer tailored every step to Tams’ personality. Every step, however small it may be, seems to be a celebration of her curves and her body. You couldn’t be happier to witness this moment first-hand and you can’t thank the artist enough for doing this justice to her.

Tamannaah Bhatia

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