The studio felt like a pressure cooker now—hot, humid, the air thick with the musk of cum and sweat. Stiles stood there on wobbly legs, body a canvas of debauchery: cum smeared across her face and tits, spit glistening on her chin, her fat pussy still throbbing and leaking from her self-induced orgasm while sucking Derek off. The tiny bra hung uselessly around her waist like a forgotten restraint, the thong twisted and soaked between her thighs. Derek faced her, cock still semi-hard and slick from her mouth, his muscled body towering, inked skin flushed with exertion.

Liam lowered the camera for a moment, wiping his brow, but his eyes gleamed with professional excitement—or maybe something more. “That was intense,” he said, voice casual but laced with suggestion. “For the next set, to really capture that raw chemistry… how about some oral? Derek eating her out. It’ll make the shots explosive.”