Jan. Week 3: Frozen--Leah gets into Missionary

“Hmmmm how about you lay back. That way I can see your face and costume better.” he said letting her lay down on the comfortable couch.

He entered her slowly at first—toying with his costume-clad Leah—but gradually increased pace until both were caught within nature's primal dance unfolding on the couch in the taboo locale.

They bantered between thrusts—thinly veiled jokes casting shades of humor darker still—as mismatched partners performing unscripted acts borne purely from desperation rather than desire:

"Isn't it ironic," murmured Mr. Baker breathlessly mid-thrust, "You've got ice powers yet here we are burning up together?"

The rhythm of Mr. Baker’s thrusts grew erratic, the camera’s red light blinking in time with his ragged breaths. Leah lay back on the couch, the synthetic shimmer of Elsa’s dress bunched at her waist, and stared up at the water-stained ceiling tiles. Her scalp itched under the cheap wig, but she couldn’t reach up to scratch—the weight of his hips and the heavy camera lens pointed right at her face kept her pinned and perfectly framed. There was a perverse kind of artistry to the way Mr. Baker filmed her.

“Smile pretty for the camera,” he panted, tongue thick in his mouth, “Elsa’s gotta show off her pearly whites.”

Leah bared her teeth in a frozen smile, the absurdity of it all almost enough to make her laugh.

A crooked smile tugged involuntarily at Leah's lips despite herself; surrendering briefly unto laughter paired seamlessly alongside pleasure intertwined by circumstance.

Leah began touching herself in that moment. Mr. Baker’s eyes went a bit wide as she saw just how into the scene Leah was getting into. Her own fingers slipped between her thighs, idly at first, but then—hell, why not—she gave the camera something to remember, working herself as Mr. Baker pounded away with the brute enthusiasm of a man who’d never fucked a princess before.

Leah caught herself mumbling a twisted parody of the movie’s theme under her breath, “The cold never bothered me anyway,” right as he bottomed out with a grunt loud enough to echo off the cinderblock walls.

Mr. Baker’s stamina was always better than she remembered, or maybe that was just the way time distorted during these “shoots.”

"Just let me know when you are ready to ‘Let it go.’” she said between his thrusts.

“UGh! OH I..ugh! Will!” he said his breathing indicating he was getting close. "Gonna be a real blizzard for this money UGh shot!"

Leah knew he was going to end up making a bit of a mess and she would have to spend extra time cleaning up--or she could insist on swallowing...