Teaching Jessica Jameson

Jessica Jameson. Girl picked the name like slapping celebrity stickers together—Jessica Simpson for the face, Jenna Jameson for the legs spread wide. Not subtle, but then she grins and peels everything off like she owes the camera an apology for how slow she went. My fingers slide inside her while she’s still catching her breath from the first knuckle. She pushes back, hungry for the rest. Four fingers knuckle-deep already, thumb tucked, wrist turning slow circles till her cunt blooms open around my whole hand. Heat swallows me to the wrist, velvet pulling tight then letting go in quick spasms. She exhales through her teeth, thighs shaking, a raw little sound that says she’s exactly where she wants to be. When she looks up again the doe-eyed grin is gone, replaced by something darker, wetter, and a hell of a lot more honest.