Chapter 2
Maya’s POV
“Cut!” Greg’s voice still echoed in my head even after the cameras were off. My chest was heaving, my cheek still pressed against the counter. My thighs were trembling, slick and sticky, and I could feel c*m sliding down my skin in slow and wet trails.
The room went quiet, the crew shuffled around, adjusting cameras, some writing notes. Someone coughed.
I could not move for a moment, my muscles were weak, my p***y still clenching like it refused to let go of what just happened.
“Alright, that’s a wrap for this scene,” Greg finally said, standing up from the monitor. He clapped his hands together. “Good work. Maya, Adam…you two killed it. Go shower, rest, we’ll set up for tomorrow’s shoot. Same crew, new angle.”
The words barely sank in. Rest ? Shower ? My body d
