She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them before she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. She groaned, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through my entire frame as she began to work, her hands reaching up to grip my thighs for leverage.
"Yes! Keep that!" Sasha's voice cut through the room, sharp and electric. "Camera two, get the profile shot. I want to see the way her cheeks hollow out. Camera three, get the top-down angle from the ladder—show the contrast between his suit and her skin. Druski, look at the lens. Give them that 'Druski stare."
I looked directly into the main camera, my expression cold and dominant even as the pleasure threatened to break my focus. Sasha was leaning over the monitor, her face illuminated by the blue light, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She wasn't just directing a scene; she was witnessing the birth of an era.
