4 - P**n Star Name

4 - Porn Star Name

Mia

Waking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox.

Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star.

Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy.

You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm.

My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.

A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy.

Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy.

Yes, h