Hard Craving

Ashley wants him right then, not later, not after the shoot wraps. The camera clicks. Mick stands behind it, patient, professional, and she feels her body answer anyway. Heat builds low and steady between her legs while she poses. She knows the plug sits snug inside her ass, and every shift of weight pushes the thought deeper. She turns, gives the lens her ass, and wonders if Mick notices the way she lingers there. The blonde lets her hand drift back, brushes the base of the plug with two fingers, then pulls them away like it’s nothing. She drops to her knees on the next set-up, mouth open, tongue out, eyes on Mick. She can almost taste him already. When the shutter stops, she stays on the floor. Mick steps closer. Ashley opens wider, takes him in slow, lips stretching, saliva running. He fucks her mouth in short, firm strokes until her chin is wet and her throat works around him. He pulls out, turns her, bends her over the same stool the photographer used minutes ago. The plug comes free with a quiet pop. He pushes into her ass in one steady slide, then pulls back and feeds his cock straight into her mouth again. Back and forth. She takes every switch without pause, the taste of herself mixing with spit on her tongue. Mick grips her hips, drives in deep, then draws out to give her mouth another turn. Ashley stays open, hungry, every switch pulling another low sound from her throat.