All Yours
Facials began to appear—Chris pulling out at the last second to paint her face, thick ropes landing across her cheeks and lips, dripping into her open mouth as she licked what she could reach, eyes locked on the camera.
By the time the clock pushed past the early hours, Jade was a beautiful wreck—body marked, glistening, trembling, yet still arching toward the next touch, the next thrust. The men, breathing hard, cocks spent but not satisfied, finally eased back for a longer pause, beers cracked open once more, the camera still rolling quietly in Alex’s hand.