Jax Slayher was focused, camera in hand, capturing every detail of a leafy green subject for his school assignment—until Aviana Violet strutted into view. Dressed to kill and oozing temptation, she teased, “Why waste your lens on a plant when you could be shooting me?” Jax barely glanced up, adjusting his focus. But Aviana wasn’t taking no for an answer.
She bit her lip, fingers trailing down his chest before whispering, “How about I put my mouth on that thick cock instead?” That got his attention. “Fuck yeah,” Jax growled, his camera forgotten.
Aviana dropped to her knees, taking him deep, her tongue working him until he was rock-hard. Jax couldn’t resist any longer—he yanked her up, bent her over, and pounded into her from behind, her moans echoing as she came hard.
But Aviana wanted more. She climbed onto his lap, riding him with slow, sinful rolls of her hips until she shattered again. Jax flipped her onto her back, driving into her with rough, hungry strokes. “This… this is Picture Perfect,” he groaned, realizing no plant could ever compare to the way Aviana took every inch.
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