79. Michael
MICHAEL
W hen Alice stands from the hair and makeup chair, it takes all my will power not to stride directly to her and slam my mouth to hers.
But I don’t do that.
Because I have some self-control.
Also because her makeup looks perfectly applied, and I won’t be responsible for messing it up.
As she nears, the bright lights shine across her features, and I notice how glossy her lips are.
So glossy they’re almost obscene.
But maybe that’s just me, picturing her in the hot tub, with my cum dripping off her mouth.
I clear my throat as she stops before me. “You look beautiful.”
Alice beams. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”
“Alright, lovebirds.” A new woman, this one with a still camera, snaps her fingers. “Let’s get this literal show on the road.”