Yasmina Khan will get Fucked by Danny D - Large Facial

Yasmina Khan had been on set with Danny D before, but never like this. The tension between them had always been there—stolen glances, teasing comments, that charged silence whenever they stood a little too close. Today, under the bright studio lights, it felt ready to snap.

She adjusted her outfit one last time, catching his reflection in the mirror. Tall, confident, grinning like he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Ready?” he asked, voice low and playful. Her answer came out as more of a breath than a word. The moment the cameras started rolling, everything else faded.

Their first touch was almost innocent—a hand at her waist, fingers brushing her skin just a second too long. Then his other hand slid up her back, pulling her in. Their mouths met, slow at first, testing, tasting, then quickly turning hungry. Yasmina melted into him, her body responding instantly, every nerve on fire as his grip tightened, claiming more of her.

He guided her, taking control with a calm certainty that made her knees weak. Every look he gave her said, “You’re mine right now,” and she loved how that made her feel—wanted, worshipped, devoured. The world shrank to the sound of their breathing, the warmth of his body, the way he seemed to know exactly how to push her higher.

By the time the scene reached its climax, Yasmina’s make‑up was smudged, her hair wild, lips swollen from his kisses, skin glowing. She could feel his satisfaction in the way he looked at her afterward—like she’d given everything, and he’d taken it all. Out of breath and smiling, she wiped a stray drop from her cheek, laughing. “Well,” she said, voice hoarse but happy, “no one’s going to forget that ending.”