I Just Need A Minute

During a break in our film shoot, I stepped out onto the rooftop for a cigarette. Reflecting on the scene we had just filmed, I found myself feeling incredibly turned on. With an urge that had been building inside me since my last sexual encounter, I began discreetly pleasuring myself. Lost in the moment, I was suddenly interrupted by the camera operator who had come to fetch me. Rather than rushing to compose myself, I boldly invited him to observe as I continued to indulge in self-gratification. It proved to be a pragmatic solution, sparing him repeated trips up and down the stairs while I satisfied my desires.