Getting Up Next To You

Morning light cut across empty sheets. Last night I came hard against Jenna Sativa’s tongue; now she was gone. I grabbed the camera, walked downstairs, and found her stretched out in a blue bikini that barely cupped her heavy tits. The metal in her nipples pushed against the wet fabric. She smiled when I told her I wanted to peel it off and suck them. We moved back upstairs, both of us already damp between our legs. In the bedroom I tugged the bikini top down, freed those natural breasts, and drew one pierced nipple into my mouth. Her soft moan mixed with the low whir of the camera. My fingers slid beneath the thin bottoms, parted her lips, and sank inside. She rocked against my hand while I kept the lens steady, recording every wet sound, every twitch of her big tits as I worked two fingers deeper. Clothes still half on, we traded open-mouthed kisses and slow, filthy strokes until the sheets grew damp beneath us.