The heat of her palm through my jeans was too much, and the look of pure, unadulterated challenge in her eyes was the breaking point. I didn't care about the cameras, the crew, or the lighting rigs anymore.
I reached down, my hands trembling slightly as I helped her clear the denim. When I finally sprang free into the cool air of the gym, she let out a low, appreciative hum that vibrated right through me.
"God, look at you," she whispered, her fingers immediately encircling the length. She didn't just grab my cock but she explored it. Her thumb traced the crown, catching the bead of moisture there, before she slid her hand down the shaft. "You've been hiding all of this under that professional act? It's huge... so thick. I can feel your pulse jumping against my palm."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my skin as she began to stroke me with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Her other hand drifted lower, her fingers dancing over my balls with a feather-light touch.
