With every thrust, Ross's erection rubbed insistently against the thin fabric of her panties.
The friction sent teasing, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through her, igniting places she hadn't expected.
Her breath hitched repeatedly, each movement making her more aware of the growing heat pooling low inside her.
The line between acting and feeling blurred.
She tried to remind herself it was all for the cameras, all a scene—but her body didn't listen.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white with the tension of it all.
The rhythm, the touch, the teasing sensation grew stronger, wrapping around her senses like a tight coil.
And then—without warning—a rush of warmth exploded through her, sharp and overwhelming.
A trembling shudder ran through her limbs as she climaxed, waves of pleasure washing over her in quick succession.
It wasn't loud or drawn-out—just a sudden, intense release that left her breathless and trembling beneath Ross's weight.
"D!"
