Iain hovered behind her, cock flushed and firm, the thick head pressed right up against Sophie’s soaked entrance. Her body was trembling, every inch of her slick, open, and begging. But he wasn’t giving in. Not yet. Instead of driving into her, he pulled back—again. A needy whimper escaped Sophie’s throat, her hips subtly rocking back, trying to coax him in. But Iain only smirked and dropped to his knees behind her, large...

Sophie straddled Iain’s hips, her knees pressing into the floor on either side of him, her thighs trembling slightly—not with nerves, but with need. Her pussy was still slick, aching, lips parted and glistening as she hovered over his thick, pulsing cock. The head nudged against her entrance, and she gasped at even that contact—her body was so desperate now it felt like she might explode. Iain watched her with fire in his...

“Pose one more time for me.” His voice echoed in her mind like a command carved in stone. Sophie shivered—head bowed, body still trembling as she slowly turned to face him again. She was soaked, her own arousal running down the inside of her thighs. Iain hadn’t touched her enough. Not nearly enough. And yet she was ruined. He watched her, waiting. Her breath caught. Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank back onto h...

The studio air was thick with sex—heavy, humid, charged. Sophie’s knees ached against the cold floor, but she didn’t dare shift her weight. Iain towered above her, the thick weight of his cock resting against her cheek now, his fingers twisted in her blonde curls like a leash made of want. "Look at it," he said, his voice a low rumble. “That’s what you've done. All this... for you.” Her lips parted as she stared—glistenin...

The studio smelled faintly of coffee and the soft tang of camera oil. Sophie stepped through the doorway, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her long, blonde curls bounced with each step, the tight pencil skirt hugging her hips, accentuating the hourglass shape that had caught Iain’s eye the moment she enquired about the shoot. Iain looked up from adjusting the lights, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "You'r...

The next day, they met again at the café—earlier than usual. Almost as if neither of them could stay away. Sophie had dressed differently. Not much, but enough. A tight-fitting black top that clung to the soft curve of her waist, jeans that hugged her hips, and a hint of lace peeking from beneath her neckline when she leaned forward just right. Iain noticed. His eyes dipped once—twice—and she caught him both times, her sm...

Every weekday morning at 8:45, Iain stood outside the school gates like clockwork—coffee in one hand, half-hearted smile on his face, and a head full of distractions. But the one distraction he welcomed was Sophie. She strolled up in that usual confident stride, long curly hair bouncing, tight jeans hugging every curve of her tall, hourglass frame. There was always something in the way she looked at him—like she knew exac...