“Imagine it’s me, stroking you, making you hard.”
“Fuck yeah, look at your dick getting hard for me, good boy.” Sommer praised and smiled eagerly. “Yeah, obviously. “You said you’d double-check that… “Cum for me,” she begged, her voice now a sham. “Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him rather than the soft swell of her breasts. “You have a 94.7% chance of disliking this—” he began, but Emerson had already dragged him through the front door. “Sorry, I had to curate a look,” she said breezily. Her dark chocolate hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face, drawing attention to her piercing emerald eyes and high cheekbones. Hours later, Sommer Ray paced nervously around the bedroom, where a camera awaited to record the jerk-off instruction video.
