Burning Angel
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August 13, 2012
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I Just Need A Minute
I ducked out mid-shoot for a cigarette on the rooftop, but the second I exhaled, my mind flashed back to that filthy scene we'd just filmed—the one without me—and my pussy instantly clenched with raw, aching need. It had been ages since I'd been properly fucked, so I shoved my hand straight down my pants, fingers gliding over my swollen clit before sinking two deep into my soaked slit. I was panting, hips rocking, lost in the filthy rush. When the cameraman finally climbed up to drag me back downstairs, I kept snapping that I needed a minute—until I just told him to stay and watch. He got a front-row view as I yanked my clothes aside, spread wide, and finger-fucked my dripping cunt right there, moaning louder with every stroke. Way smarter than sending him up and down those stairs while I finished myself off.
