Friends forever

I was shaking when I showed up to work with Anetta Keys for the first time. Hadn’t expected her to walk right up, give me this soft kiss on the cheek, and ask if my hands were always this cold. Said no, but the truth landed between us anyway. She smelled clean, like soap and warm skin, and when she turned away to strip off that thin top her nipples already stood tight. She noticed me watching, grinned over her shoulder, and spread her knees on the chaise without being asked. I got the lens close. Pink inner lips peeked out, slick already. I clicked, she breathed louder. Next shot she hooked two fingers inside herself, pulled them out glistening, and held them under my nose. I tasted salt and girl. She laughed, low and smoky. Later, while the lights cooled, she pressed her bare tits to my chest and whispered that the shoot had only just begun. I believed her. We were already halfway to something sticky and sweet and private.