In Like Flynn by Donna Alam

Author:Donna Alam [Alam, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Donna Alam
Published: 2018-06-23T18:30:00+00:00

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It takes very few adjustments to the camera for Flynn’s sequence. In truth, though the camera is worth thousands, this part of the business is a pretty basic affair. I didn’t go to school to study cinematography. As with most things in this business, I’m self-taught.

I move away from the setup, changing the settings for one of the lights.

‘Do your hands always shake?’ Flynn’s voice catches me off guard. The answer is no. Not for a long time. I’m at ease being around naked people and totally at home watching them fuck. In fact, I rarely watch them. I’m more concerned about the scene as a whole, constantly questioning the look. Flynn being here in my studio, making his kinds of offers, has rendered my mind and my control a bust. But perhaps the best defence is an offence, so I make my way back to the desk with a sway in my step as I begin to loosen the buttons of my blouse.

Turning to face him, I prop myself against the edge, letting my fingers trail down my throat, lingering between the sides of my open blouse.

‘You’re a fucking tease,’ he says on a deep chuckle, twisting his hand around the head of his dick. Not that I can see exactly—his trousers abandoned, he’s still wearing his tight boxer briefs, his hand holding the outline of his hardness as he flexes into his palm.

‘Says the man with his cock in his hand.’ The beautiful man. Tanned under the lighting, his legs planted wide.

‘Babe, talk dirty to me.’

‘I thought you were the expert?’

‘Fuck,’ he hisses tightening the fabric over the outline of his substantial erection, displaying for me and the camera both girth and length. ‘You know what I’m imagining? You. Naked. Squirming and soaking wet.’

‘Is that the best you’ve got?’ My retort is without conviction as he straightens his cock, pulling out the head to rest against his toned stomach. ‘You’re on your hands and knees with your pussy glistening and ready for me.’ Despite my retort, I think I might moan a little, especially as he licks the tips of his fingers and rubs saliva over the head until it’s shining and wet. ‘I want to spank you until your arse gleams red and suck on your pussy until you scream.’

I gasp, blood turning molten in my veins.

‘Give me your underwear, duchess,’ he demands.

He rubs and squeezes his thick head, groaning as though he’s in the best kind of pain, the muscles of his abs contracting as though suffering through a solid workout.

I can’t . . . not do as he asks. Out of the shot of the camera, I shimmy my skirt up over my hips, hooking my thumbs into the sides of my knickers and sliding them down my legs.

‘Jesus fuck,’ he rasps. ‘Thigh highs.’ He rewards me and the sight of my stockings by slipping his hand under the soft cotton to release his hard cock from the confines. Tipping his head back, Flynn holds

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