Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
It was my sanctuary on set, a small room cluttered with makeup mirrors, discarded outfits, and a vanity drawer full of secrets.
I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror, still clad in the sheer black lingerie from the shoot— a lace bra that cupped my full breasts just right, the nipples pebbled and visible through the fabric, and matching thong panties that rode high on my hips, barely covering the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy. My skin glistened with a sheen of oil and cum from the finale, streaks drying on my thighs and stomach. At 28, with curves that had launched me to pornstar stardom, I knew I looked fuckable as hell. But tonight, I wasn't winding down alone.