“Cum for me,” she whispered, seductive despite her nerves, and that did it. Porn video He’d never told her—or anyone—about his thing for nails. She’d shifted closer, her knee against his thigh, her fingers tapping the couch armrest—tap, tap, tap, those nails glinting. “Alright, this one,” she said, clicking play, settling back with a smirk. “Can I… touch you?” she asked, shy but eager, and he nearly came right there. She didn’t notice—or maybe she did, because her eyes flicked to his, lingering a second too long. Not crazy long, just a half-centimeter past her fingertips, almond-shaped, painted a glossy deep red that caught the TV’s flicker. She had him cradled in her arms, his head tucked against her chest, her legs draped over his. “Sophie—gonna cum if you keep—” he warned,
