Dream

She stands still while he checks the lights. Kylie feels his eyes on her more than the camera. Mick steps in, fixes the strap on her shoulder, fingers brush her skin. She lets the robe slip. He keeps shooting until she turns and offers her ass. His lens follows the line of her back, then drops lower. She hears the camera click slow, then stop. He comes closer. Kylie drops to her knees without a word, takes his balls in her mouth, sucks soft at first, then harder. Mick groans, grips her hair. She slides up, swallows his cock to the root, throat opening, nose pressed to his skin. She pulls off, wet, lips shiny, then turns again, bends over the couch. Mick pushes in from behind, fills her ass in one slow stroke. He fucks her steady. Kylie reaches back, pulls him out, takes him straight into her mouth, tastes herself on his shaft, sucks him clean, then turns back and offers her ass again. Mick follows. He fucks her deeper this time, hands spreading her open. She keeps the rhythm, back and forth between both holes, mouth and ass, taking whatever he gives her. The shoot is long over. Neither of them cares.