A Hot Stroll Down the Boulevard

Roxy and I hit the boulevard, eyes hungry, checking out the scenery and each other. She looked so damn fine I couldn’t keep my thoughts clean. Side streets gave her time to toy with me through the lens. Each flash of skin wound me tighter until I was aching. We ditched the daylight and headed straight back to the hotel, saving the sun for another round. The A/C kissed our flushed skin the second we stepped inside. Roxy grabbed her laptop, hit record, and we stripped down. Her pussy was slick and pink—looked good enough to taste. I handed her the camera, dropped to my knees, and buried my tongue in her. We swapped turns, mouths and fingers trading slick heat. We could’ve stopped, but the laptop kept rolling, capturing every filthy second.