Day Out in Hollywood

Sun on my shoulders and a sudden text from Presley, a brunette with that tight, small frame I can never ignore. She meets me outside a café and we slip back to her hotel, cameras already out. She pulls me onto the bed, shows me Thailand shots, but her eyes keep drifting. I turn mine to her ass, shorts hugging every curve, and get right up close. I cup it, give it a quick slap, watch the bounce. She asks for mine. I arch, stretch, hold a yoga pose that leaves nothing covered. She moves in. Small tits press against mine. Hands explore. Fingers slide between thighs. We trade strokes, slow then hungry, until both of us are slick and gasping, lenses still rolling.