Guidance

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Synopsis of the porn scene

The Guidance porn video is made by Puretaboo studio and played with Tommy Pistol and Alina Lopez .
The SCENE shows Jamie, an 18-year-old girl, sitting at the kitchen table doing her homework after school. As the student is copying a text from her book, she hears a car pull up in front of her and slams on the brakes. She panics and quickly gathers her things, before sprinting up the steps to catch her father who is staggering inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the "bitch" to come downstairs and make her dinner.CUT to Jamie, huddled in the corner of her room, when the door opens and her father bursts in. He takes a sip from his bottle, before undoing his belt and threatening the girl to come downstairs and do as she is told.
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Jamie, dressed in her school uniform and clutching her school bag, walks down the street. As she looks in the direction of her destination, she seems confused and disoriented.
To a teacher's lounge, CUT. One of Mr. Harris' colleagues asks to sit with him while he eats lunch. After a brief conversation about work, the professor mentions that he is concerned about one of his students. Jamie is bright and talented, but she has experienced something different this semester. She is losing her grades and has changed her attitude. He is concerned that something is going on at home, so he asks Mr. Harris to see if he can help her. The guidance counselor suggested that she be referred by the teacher for counseling. This is normal for seniors at this time of year, and while they are considering her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in other ways. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to return to class.
FLAT TEXT - The next day
M. Harris is sitting in his office reading when there is a knock at the door. When he hears the knock, he quickly grabs his book and goes to his desk to get a mouthwash. He then takes a quick nap and heads for the door. Jamie stands there obediently. She hands him a pass signed by her professor and tells him that she is supposed to see him about college applications. He smiles and ushers her in, closing the door.
Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. His face is broken and beautiful, but his body language is closed. He begins, "You've never seen me before," he says. She shrugs her shoulders. He introduces himself and gives the girl a brief overview of his role at the school. He has been a faculty member for two years. He has an associate degree in psychology. He feels that counseling is important, especially as it relates to late adolescence and the transitional years between adolescence and adulthood. He asks her how old she is and Jamie, without looking him in the eye, tells him she just turned 18. He smiles. He smiles. There are a lot of changes in your life, aren't there? Is it beyond you? Jamie tries to change the subject. 'My teacher said you had to tell me about college? Mr. Harris looks at her for a moment, smiling, before focusing on his task. He asks the girl a few questions about her academic plans. Is she thinking about what major she would like and where she would like to study in this country? Jamie looks very upset as she chokes up at the thought that Northwestern is what she wants to study, but it is impossible for her to do so. Mr. Harris leans over and takes the girl's hand. "You can achieve anything you want!" He says in an encouraging tone. Jamie watches them hold hands and seems very concerned about the situation. Jamie even gently rubs his finger over hers.
Mr. Harris walks away and stands behind her. He begins to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. He begins, "I understand that you were brought here to discuss something," he says. "But I would like you to think of this place as a safe space. It's a safe space where anyone can talk freely about any topic. Jamie looks at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn't need a request. Harris cuts her off. The days are over when a counselor like me sits in his office handing out forms and waiting for a crisis to happen. He said. "I'm here to help and listen, whether it's academic, personal or developmental. Jamie stares at him, eyes wide, and she smiles. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a glance at the white coat of his uniform. He tries to look away, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can't help it. Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk to me about?" He gently touches her shoulder and asks. The girl doesn't touch him anymore. She begins to cry.
"I can't go to college ... because my dad came home," she says through tears. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father was recently released from prison. Her mother was forced to allow him to return, even though he had been an extremely bad person. For the past six months, he has been gambling and drinking all the money they had saved for his school. Now Mom is barely home, and Dad is home too much. It's not going well. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confides her family secrets. His hands slowly move down her back and rest on the top of her schoolgirl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to keep it professional as Jamie buries herself in his chest. "Is your father hurting you? Mr. Harris is nervous. Jamie looks at Mr. Harris and starts rubbing his hands on his back. He looks at the closed office door, and Mr. Harris grits his teeth. What exactly is he doing to you?" he whispers. She looks up at him. She hugs the counselor and says, "He's pissing me off."
She aggressively hugs her counselor and pulls him back against his desk. He tries to pull her away, telling her it's not appropriate for him to do that. She finally collapses in her chair. "I'm such a mess inside!" she cries. "I don't know how to help myself!" Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Mr. Harris shushes her and rushes to make sure his door is locked. He stammers that everything will be okay, that he won't tell anyone what happened. He should be considered a friend. To stop the bulge in his pants, he tries to pinch himself. She looks at him, her mascara running. "Are you married? She asks. He nods. She puts her head in her hands. "I'm sorry," she says, breaking down. "I'm just confused." He stares at her, confused between his attraction to her and his duty. We see his point as he scans her body, and she looks up with doe eyes. "It's okay, Jamie. He opens his arms and says, "It's okay, Jamie." She goes to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches apart. "Are you going to tell anyone? She asks. He shrugs his shoulders. He can't believe he's saying, "Everything in this room is confidential." She bites her lip. 'I feel like I need something inside me that isn't my father,' she replies. "Can you help me? As the tension between them increases, there is a prolonged silence. The girl falls onto Mr. Harris' desk. He pulls her pants down and unties hers. As Jamie turns to face him, he grabs his cock. She begs the guidance counselor to help her.
BG rough sex scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he ejaculates on her face.
Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe the girl's face and get her to put her clothes back on. I think you should probably take the rest of the day off," he says nervously. "Just to give some space to it all. I'll write you a permission slip. Do you have a safe place to go? He begins to put his own clothes back on and write the form on his desk, his hands shaking as Jamie looks downcast again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws her bag on the ground and yells that she has no friends. The girl begins to cry and he suggests she go to a women's shelter. Frantically searching for ideas, he finally suggests that she come to his house that night. He stammers, "I can see it's urgent," he says. Jamie nods and thanks the man for his help. He tells him to stay put while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife's number, his fingers twitching uncontrollably. When the phone rings, he beckons the girl to remain calm. His voice breaks as he exclaims, "Hi honey ..." he says.