I was just walking home from park when I spotted her, that unmistakable face I'd only ever seen on screen. There she was, real as fuck, perched on some random side street like she belonged to the neighborhood and not the red carpet. That long leopard-print dress hugging every curve, brown aviator sunglasses hiding those famous eyes while she people-watched like any other tourist. My villa was literally 3 doors down. The invitation slipped out before my brain caught up. She smiled like she knew exactly what she was getting into—and followed. The second that door closed, the mask dropped. She wasn't chilling anymore. She was on me, pushing me against the wall, that dress riding up as she straddled my thigh. I could feel how fucking wet she was through the thin fabric. Those sunglasses stayed on while she unbuckled me, her painted lips wrapping around my cock like she'd been starving for something real. No crew, no cameras, just her moans echoing off marble floors. I bent her over my balcony railing, traffic humming below as I pushed deep into that tight, famous pussy. Leopard print bunched around her waist, sunglasses finally knocked askew as she begged for harder, faster, like I'd become her new director. Every angle this VR captures, the clench of her fingers on the railing, her head thrown back when she came screaming, the way she milked my cock dry and let it spill down her inner thighs right there where anyone could've looked up and seen. Found her by accident. Fucked her on purpose. Some encounters you don't forget.