Her legs went on for fucking miles—long, toned, lightly oiled so they caught the low light like liquid gold. Her tits, heavy and perfect, swayed under the thin silk, nipples hard as diamonds and stabbing insistently through the lace bra beneath, the robe gaping wide enough with every movement to flash the deep, shadowed valley between them and the faint red marks his teeth had left earlier.
Phei's sweatpants situation went from "manageable" to "painfully critical" in the space of a heartbeat, his cock thickening fast against the soft fabric, the outline becoming impossible to hide as she sauntered closer.
"Even a caveman could do it," she purred, voice low and dripping with amusement. "Point. Half-press to focus. Full press to shoot. We'll do the rest, my horny idiot."
She leaned in to adjust his grip on the camera, the robe slipping further off one shoulder to expose the full swell of her breast, nipple barely contained by black lace, the areola peeking dark and pebbled.
