Legs, Camera, Action!

Then the panties—those drenched, clinging scraps of fabric—slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet. She stood there, bare and unguarded, the cool air brushing her skin as she let out another shaky breath.

Her string panties were already drenched.

Even though it was just one person, posing with her legs spread in an M-shape in front of a guy who could see everything was way more thrilling than she'd expected.

Emma hurriedly wiped her wet skin with a tissue.

More came out than before. There was so much that one tissue couldn't handle it all.

"Well, by the time we finish the other photos, it'll probably dry, right?"

Emma spread out her sticky, wet panties as much as she could and placed them in a sunny spot. She checked the time on her phone—only 20 minutes had passed.

It felt like they'd been shooting for over an hour, but it was just 20 minutes.

"Huh."