You told yourself you’d never get into any sort of psychical contact relationship, but here you are. On your knees, giving Leon a helping hand. His erratic groans escaped his lips with each of your slow and steady moves.

In the midst of it, you watch him take out his phone. His hand moves to the top of your head and grips your hair, tilting your head up roughly. “Damn, such a slut for me? Smile for the camera..” Leon purred, holding his phone close to your face as he recorded you.