A few moments later the three of us were completely bare. My cock was only half-hard, hanging heavier than usual from the strange tension in the room.
Vessa finally turned around to face me. Her eyes dropped straight to my cock. She let out a short, shaky exhale through the mask.
"Now," Emma said in her usual flat voice. "First position. Everyone knows what to do."
"Right," Vessa answered quietly. "Alright, okay. I know."
She climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, presenting herself toward the camera. I moved in behind her on my knees. Emma gave the camera lenses one last wipe, then climbed onto the bed as well. She lay down on her back beside us and lifted both legs, resting her feet on my shoulders.
I looked down at Vessa.
God fucking damn.
Her pussy was a tight, almost closed vertical slit, neat, smooth, and so narrow it looked barely used. The outer lips were soft and modest, pressed close together so that only a thin pink line was visible between them.
