The iPhone video flickers to life, framing me, splayed naked across the hotel bed…
“Jake came inside me,” I blurt, words sharp, reckless, bursting like a cherry bomb in the frame. My lips, full and bitten-red, tremble, cheeks blooming scarlet as my heart thuds, pulse visible in the soft hollow of my throat.
Sam’s fingers tweaking the zoom , capturing my thighs clenching beneath the sheet, a betraying twitch, my body screaming want despite the risk.
Sam strides into view, a towering figure in black boxer briefs, fabric stretched taut over muscled thighs, his six-foot two frame casting a shadow that dances across the bed. His broad shoulders gleam with a sheen of sweat, chestnut stubble carving his jaw like a blade.
