She twists her hair into a faux ponytail and exposes her neck. Her cheeks are red, and her body glistens from a thin sheet of perspiration sprinkling her body.
She’s getting hot, either from the warmth of the liquid or the anticipation of what’s to come. I hope it’s more of the latter.
My eyes feast on the sight of her.
I’m definitely getting used to this combination—tequila and Elsa—it’s fucking lethal.
“Cheers to the world seeing our asses.” I wink.
She laughs nervously, though her body is much more relaxed.
We’ll have to get her out of that pretty head of hers.
“Thank god I waxed.” She giggles, the warmth from the tequila tickling her.
My eyebrows shoot up. I guess that’s a good point.
“Hey! You don’t know what that camera can see. Or what they’ll zoom in on.” She winks.
“Angel, you have nothing to worry about.” My eyes linger over her body. “And I know I don’t either.”
She finishes licking the salt on her hand and stares back at me.
I glare right back at her, helping her remember. She knows exactly what I’m referring to.
Fuck. Her eyes light up, and she looks like she’s about to pounce.
She’s a fucking lioness in heat.
And I’m he
r willing prey.
Though this lion might have a hard time not taking her under me and dominating her like the crazed animal I am.
She’s already set up the camera, making sure it’s angled right to show off our best assets—but like I said we have nothing to worry about. She’s also triple-checked the lighting.
She always has to be so damn professional.
The lace of her stockings I saw earlier peeks out from under her silk robe.
My cock’s been hard since she green-lighted our X-rated film, but it’s a fucking rod watching the material glide against her.
Fuck, yes—I’ll finally be able to finish what I started.
In all honesty, I’m still fucking surprised she said yes.
Never in a million years would I have thought that Elsa would say yes to a sex tape.
The woman never ceases to surprise me. That’s one thing I find so damn attractive about her. It’s how she captivates me.
And this is what I’ve been waiting for—wanting—since the moment she left me.
No, I’ve needed this.
Albeit, I imagined under different circumstances, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Like I’ve said before, I knew how to get a fix or find a woman to sedate my need for Elsa, but never to extinguish it.