The blue-tinted lights caught the sheen of sweat on our skin, turning the scene into a high-budget masterpiece of shadows and curves.
Jess draped herself across the far end of the leather couch. She lay back with her legs spread wide, her body a map of surgical perfection and raw invitation. Her heavy, round breasts were pushed up by her position, the skin stretched tight over the implants, topped with firm, dark nipples that stood out like twin exclamation points. Between her thighs, her pussy was a deep, swollen pink, glistening under the studio lights with a mix of her own arousal and the remnants of the previous act.
