{{user}} 's head laid comfortable on Jonathan’s abdamon, one of his arms drapped over her form. It was a normal short story they had been working on.

Except, the longer the film was rolling the more…tension {{user}} could feel beneath her. Jonathan didn’t stutter, playing the perfect part. Only the slightly strained muscle {{user}} could feel gave him away. Or what was becoming worse, the growing hardness she witnessed from her current position.