I’ll just…”
But Kelsie’s eyes, glazed with desire, silenced his apology. His cum leaked out of her pink folds, running down to her clit, making a mess of the pristine white silk. And with each snap of the shutter, she grew bolder. James’ instructions were precise, his voice calm and reassuring. He was as lost in the moment as she was, his desire for her palpable. His hand grew bolder, his touch moving from her thigh to the softness of her folds. His gaze lingered on the way her pussy lips gently parted, hinting at the wetness that lay within. They showed every moment of their encounter, from the first tentative touch to the final, explosive climax. The camera moved closer, the lens a cold, unblinking eye that saw everything. For their anniversary. Each movement of her hips was a silent declaration of her desire, her body speaking a language that needed no words. The camera moved closer, the lens a cold, unblinking eye that saw everything.
