ANMELDENSOPHIEI closed the door after Roman left and stood in the entryway longer than I needed to.The house settled back into its usual quiet. No footsteps except mine. No voice carrying from another room. Just the low hum of the air system and the faint smell of his soap that still hung in the living room where we had worked. I walked back to the mat, rolled it up tighter than necessary, and carried it to the storage closet. My body felt warm and used in the ordinary way a good session always left me, but underneath that was a restlessness I didn’t want to look at directly.I showered with the lights dimmed. Under the water I kept replaying small things that should not have mattered. The way his hand had rested on my lower back during the hip opener. The brief overlap of our fingers around the water bottle. The calm, precise way he spoke when he wanted me to hold a position longer. I had worked with trainers before. None of them had left the air feeling this charged after they walked out
ROMANI arrived at the Langford house ten minutes early and parked at the curb instead of pulling into the driveway. The place was exactly what I expected from the intake form — wide lot, modern glass and stone, the kind of quiet money that didn’t need to announce itself. David Langford’s name was on the account, but the note in the file said his wife would be the primary client. Three sessions a week. Home visits preferred.I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and walked up the path. Before I could ring the bell the door opened.Sophie Langford stood there in black workout leggings and a fitted sports bra, hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She was smaller than she looked in the photo the agency had sent, soft in the shoulders and hips, with the kind of body that still held curves even when she was clearly training regularly. Her skin was slightly flushed like she had already done a warm-up on her own.“Roman Quinn?” she asked.“That’s me.”“Come in. David’s in Singapore until Th
ADRIAN She came in without needing direction.Coat off. Clothes off. Straight to the center of the paper. I already had every camera rolling. Kimberly stood under the lights completely bare and waited while I walked a slow circle around her, checking angles. My cock was hard before I even touched her.“On your hands and knees,” I said. “Chest down. Ass up. Spread yourself open.”She dropped into the pose and reached back with both hands, holding herself open for the lenses. I picked up the handheld and shot a long close pass of her pussy and the tight ring of her ass. She was already wet. I set the camera on the low stand, knelt behind her, and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way up to her hole. Kimberly moaned into the paper. I licked her thoroughly, wetting everything, then pushed two fingers into her pussy while I worked her ass with my tongue.“Stay open,” I murmured against her. “Let the cameras see how ready you are.”I spit on her hole and rubbed it in with my thumb,
ADRIAN I scheduled her for a three-hour private session the following week.Longer block. Same studio. I added a third camera on a low slider so I could capture slow movement without touching the rig. When Kimberly walked in she looked at the setup, then at me, and something knowing moved through her eyes.“Longer tonight,” she said.“Longer. Clothes off. On your knees in the center.”She stripped and dropped into position on the paper. I started both main cameras rolling before I even walked over to her. My cock was already hard when I freed it. I rubbed the head across her lips and she opened immediately.“Sloppy,” I said. “I want spit running down your chest before I fuck you. Hands behind your back.”Kimberly locked her wrists behind her and took me into her mouth. I held her head with both hands and pushed deep. She gagged, eyes watering, and thick spit spilled over her bottom lip and onto her bare breasts. I kept the pace steady and deep, watching the monitor as the wide camera
ADRIAN She arrived at seven exactly.I had both cameras running before she even stepped onto the paper. One on the tripod for the wide angle. The handheld ready on the table. The lights were set softer than usual so every wet detail would read cleanly on the footage. Kimberly took off her coat, walked to the center of the seamless, and stripped without being asked. Naked. Waiting. Eyes on me.“You know what tonight is,” I said.“Yes.”“I’m going to fuck you on camera. You’re going to stay in the poses I give you and take it. If you need to stop, say so. Otherwise you hold still and let me work.”“I understand.”“Good. On your knees. Hands on your thighs. Open your mouth.”She dropped into position. I walked over, freed my cock, and rubbed the head across her lips. She licked it once. I pushed into her mouth slowly and watched the monitor over her shoulder as the wide camera caught every inch disappearing between her lips. The angle was perfect. I held the back of her head and fucked
ADRIANI booked her again for the following Tuesday.Same studio. Same lights. I added a second camera on a lower tripod and angled it toward the center of the paper so I wouldn’t have to hold anything when my hands were busy. Kimberly arrived on time wearing the black coat again. Hair down. No makeup. She stepped inside, looked at the two cameras, and then looked at me.“You’re more prepared tonight,” she said.“I know what I want.”She walked to the changing screen without another word. When she came out she was nude. No delay. No robe. She took her mark on the paper and waited.I shot a few standing frames first to settle the light. Then I walked straight to her and put both hands on her waist. Her skin was already warm. I turned her, adjusted the angle of her hips, and slid one hand down to cup her ass. She let out a soft breath but stayed still.“Legs farther apart.”She opened them. I reached between her thighs from behind and dragged two fingers through her folds. She was alrea
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li







