"I'm just worried I won't be what you are used to." I am not used to anything," I replied, taking another mouthful of wine. "When I film it's just sex... there is some attraction but zero feelings. It's all designed to look hot and sexy but there is never any connection." Surprising myself as I said those words I realised that I subconsciously thought that all along. I figured that after the videos I shot the one thing I was missing in my life was an actual connection, Lockie and I had some. The rush overpowering me at the moment made me feel invincible, it throbbed in the core of my being with a crackling energy. It made a joke of the energy drinks I used to caffeinate my way through finals. It was a feeling I’d pay a fortune to have again. By the time I reached the Taskers’ door and placed my hand on the knob, I wasn’t sure if I had come to help Sarah or to stop her. Any sense of moral responsibility had drained out of me like air from a leaking balloon, my only real desire was. She was lost in the moment. Paying no attention to the wet wanting cock in front of her face, the only thing happening was her building climax. Andy used two fingers in place of one; he slid two into her pussy as he licked the space between each entrance to Scarlet’s writhing body. She was going to cum, but Andy’s cock was desperate for attention in the cool air, her hot breath panting over it with increasing speed. He plunged his twin fingers of both hands into her and moved them around. ‘You sure? I can always get dressed again.’ ‘No, you’re fine.’ He stripped off his shirt, stretched out on the bed facing her and tugged on her arm. She stopped playing and leaned over for his kiss. He kept a hand on her shoulder and teased her lips with his tongue, she parted her lips and he delved deeper. Ryan shivered as his fingers trailed up and down her arm. ‘I figured after the playoffs and all, I’d try to cheer you up,’ she said after the kiss ended. ‘I’m feeling better all the time.’.