Take Me On A Ride

We're in Hollywood with Lisa back home dying to see it all. I kept my phone busy shooting pictures and clips just so she could live it through us. But the hotel proved harder to find than the fun little detours that kept cropping up. Cassidy started getting flirty - that sly little grin, the light touches - and by the time we stumbled into our room I knew exactly what came next. She mentioned a shower. I told her I'd set up the webcam so I could check in with Lisa. Truth slid off my tongue easy. Minutes later the door clicked shut and we were both bare. Nothing soft about it. Just skin meeting skin, hands going places mouths followed. The line we crossed snapped fast and we kept going, Cassidy on her knees, then riding, then bent over the edge of the bed until every breath between us turned into a groan. Ivy Sherwood with Cassidy Banks.