Climbing onto the bed on her knees, she sidled up to him and pressed a kiss onto his lips, "I'm ready. Nervous but ready," she grinned giddily. Abi never really liked the way she looked in pictures and videos, more of a leftover of being the skinny girl without an ass when she was a kid. She was much more into the real, visceral stuff she could see and touch in reality. She could feel his huge, rough palms on her hips, teeth on her skin, his breath on the back of her neck. It made her tingle just thinking about it.
"Press play, then," she said, her attention focused on Hemingway entirely. She couldn't wait to see his eyes get that look when he saw it.