Changing Room Escapades

Telling Addison Ryder to move faster was pointless. The girl crawled at her own pace. But this was a perfect afternoon for lingerie shopping, and I needed to get out before Zoey arrived. Eventually Addison caught up. We went straight to the boutique and slipped into the fitting room together, peeling off layer after layer, striking poses for the camera while the fabric clung to skin and our bare asses caught the light. Back at the hotel, Karlee locked the door and declared she was horny. She set up the tripod, angle framed, red light blinking, then kissed me hard. Our clothes hit the carpet. Hands slid over breasts, fingers spanked curves and wet folds, hard. Mouths dipped low. With our bodies inches from the lens, clits swollen and glistening, lips parted, we came together—sudden, deep, louder than we planned.