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A Behind the Scenes Series:Resident Evil Afterlife	By : MistressMayvenn Category: Casts RPF > Resident Evil: Afterlife Views: 3048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: My 2nd in the BTSS, and I do not know Milla Jovovich or Ali Later personally, and had nothing to do with Resident Evil- I am just borrowing them for naughty purposes, and for free. No money is being made on this work of fiction.

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‘Goodness she’s hot’, Milla mused to herself as she watched her co-star Ali Larter work with the water stunt guy, Robert. The fight scene in the shower room had Milla all wet and bothered, but not from the water itself. Ali was a machine- all grace, lines, and flow. Milla had restrained herself on the last movie Extinction. Rather admirably too, according to her husband Paul, who indulged his wife’s affairs with women in good stride. She wasn’t as strong as to resist sweet temptation a second time, and a wet Ali was a very strong temptation. In the trademark low purr Milla had perfected over the years, she threw caution to the wind and owned up to her lust for the alluring actress. “I want what I want.”
Milla bided her time, bantering casually with the crew, and finding every opportunity to get as close to Ali as she could. She touched the sexy auburn haired actress a dozen times; a flick of her hair here, a brush on her waist there. Innocent enough; she’d just seem touchy feely if Ali didn’t want to take to the idea. However, by lunch, Ali was touching back; in fact, she sat so close to Milla in the break room that the warm curve of her thigh pressed against the lead actress’s own. The sure sign that blew all doubt away was after training was done for the day, Ali pulled Milla aside. Tucking her hair semi-shyly behind her ear, she looked into Milla’s eyes. “Can you show me some moves,” Larter’s lips smirked a bit, “you know, like one-on-one?” Her husky voice belied the sexy double entendre. The throbbing in Milla’s pussy demanded the only appropriate answer.
“It would be my pleasure.”
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The two actresses went into the studio’s training room; after a quick text to her husband not to expect her home that night, Milla locked the door behind them. A ‘Closed Practice in Session’ sign outside should keep most everyone away; the locked door would take care of anyone too dumb to pay the sign proper attention.
She had no sooner turned around than Ali was flush against her, right hand on Milla’s left breast, and left arm going into Milla’s hair. “Oh my God,” Ali whispered, running her tongue over Milla’s bottom lip, “I’d hoped you’d go for this.” Milla, ever the assertive personality herself, was pleased with the eagerness of her newest partner. She nibbled back at Ali’s lips, “You took the words right out of my mouth,” she quipped.
Her hands grasped Ali’s waist, hauling her even closer. They both were in training gear; sports bra and a thin cami for Ali, with tiny athletic shorts and sneakers. Milla had on a skin tight one-piece black body suit, over a pair of thin black tights, and her character’s favored leather boots. The ones for this movie’s main outfit were flat, no heel. They gently kissed the curve of her knee, like a corset cups breasts, as if putting them on display.
It was simultaneous, unspoken. Ali crushed Milla’s mouth with her own, a deep set hunger causing the slightly smaller, slightly younger actress to growl in the back of her throat. Milla meanwhile ran both hands under Ali’s shorts in the back, over the bare ass underneath. Milla used the tiny height difference to draw Ali up to her tiptoes, rubbing the front of their bodies together. Both women enjoyed the warmth, the sensation of each other, and melted into the kissing. Tongues probed deeper, till a sort of desperation grew, and finally broke over them both.
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Milla was the first to disengage, pushing Ali back purposefully. They each seemed to have the same idea; that their clothes, as scant as they were, were undoubtedly in the way. The next few moments went by in a flurry of kisses, nips, and lusty hands working quickly to rid the offensive articles from the other. Ali grabbed Milla’s wrists though when they went to the top of those boots. “Leave them on”, she ordered, voice full of pent-up fantasy. “As you wish,” Milla purred back, taking Ali’s hands up to the top of her tights- “but you’re going to have rip this off me…they won’t go over the boots.”
“Not even a problem,” Larter said. Letting Milla go, she turned the exotic actress around to face the door. Sliding her hands up the back of Milla’s thighs, Ali couldn’t resist licking a long hot line up her bare back. Milla moaned, and pushed her ass out a little further, and spread her legs just enough. Just invitingly enough. Ali came up off Milla’s back, and grasped her hips. “When I’m done tearing these off, don’t you dare turn around,” she demanded. “Got it,” Milla panted. As strong as Milla was, for all her assertive qualities, nothing got to her more than being a bit dominated. Ali was not just meeting that line, but obliterating it. Her cunt already was wet, pulsating.
Ali got a firm hold of the back of Milla’s tights, and in one harsh motion, ripped. She said a silent prayer of thanks to her trainer, for having the muscle tone to do this. The cloth tore with a satisfying sound, making things in Larter’s groin clench. Soon, the leggy Ukrainian was naked, except for those boots.
Suddenly, Milla was being touched- everywhere. Ali ran her hands up and down every inch of her skin, once…twice…on the third pass, Milla groaned, and Ali could hear the plea in her tone. She pushed up flush to Milla’s backside, maneuvering Milla where she wanted her; hips barely tilted out, hands as if doing a push-up against the wall. From this stance, Ali had access to the woman who’d been driving her crazy for weeks. She thought it was time to return the favor.
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Milla paused her panting after a moment. For the first time since they’d started, Ali wasn’t touching her. She started to turn her head, just to find a fistful of her hair being grabbed and her cheek pushed back against the door. She felt herself subconsciously submit. “I said don’t turn around,” Ali growled. She lightly shook Milla’s head, and then let her hair go. Ali then let her hands go where they’d ached to be all along. Her left hand gripped Milla’s small but pert breast, just hard enough to get her attention, but not to bruise…not yet. Ali’s right went straight to Milla’s pussy. Ali gasped in awe at how wet the lead actress already was. She swelled with silent pride; ‘I did this to her…this is because of me,’ she thought to herself. Ali bit along Milla’s back, working both her hands on the front of her body. She slid two fingers into Milla’s throbbing core; instantly her fingers were cinched in hot moistness. Ali started a rhythm, alternating the thrust if her fingers and the squeeze of hand, all the while kissing and biting on Milla’s neck and shoulders. She kept her own body laid out along the length of Milla’s backside, and lifted up and down on her toes. She could tell by the action starlet’s breathing it wouldn’t be much longer. Ali gambled; she slid one more finger inside Milla’s cunt while at the same time digging nails into the left tit she was holding. Milla didn’t moan her pleasure. She screamed Ali’s name.
Milla screamed and shook as her orgasm racked her body. Ali sank teeth into her neck and moaned as well, having a smaller but just as tangible orgasm of her own. Larter had never done anything this erotic in her life. She’d thought she was a creative lover, definitely not timid, but no where this aggressive either. ‘Maybe it’s all the new hormones’ she pondered…if so, she could like this whole being pregnant thing.
Ali pulled away slowly, gently; a stark contrast to her earlier approach. She leaned in close to Milla, practically petting her with the hand that had dug into her breast. She reluctantly drew her fingers out of Milla’s still twitching pussy, one at a time, as if she couldn’t bare the sudden loss of warmth.
She swiftly decided to do one last wildly sexy thing. She turned Milla around, and locked her eyes with the sexy goddess in front of her. She brought her fingers to her lips, coated in white cream, smelling of… woman. And right now, this woman was all hers. She deliberately and slowly put them in her mouth, sucking deeply in the first pass; then drew her fingers out of her lips, one at a time again, the way she had Milla’s cunt.
Milla’s breath hitched. ‘Dear God, it’s not over yet’; her mind whirled with renewed ardor. She watched transfixed as Ali slid two fingers back in between her gorgeous red lips. She then stopped breathing altogether as Larter’s cherry tipped tongue slipped between her two fingers, and lustily licked up and down. Ali kept her eyes on Milla’s but Milla had eyes only for Ali’s mouth.
She came to when the licking ceased. As if some switch inside her were flipped, she looked up finally into Ali’s eyes. She pushed off from the door, and snatched Ali’s wrist in her hand. Coming up face-to-face with her stunningly sexy co-star, she smiled. “My turn.”
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A Behind the Scenes Series:Resident Evil Afterlife