
Babe launches her new lingerie line at a private fashion show. The girls walk the runway in silk, lace, and skin. Keenan slips in late, finds Vikki backstage after the lights go down. Their eyes lock across the room. She barely makes it to the car before his hands are on her. He pulls her into the back seat. Fingers slide under lace. Her dress bunches at her hips. He takes her hard, deep, the windows fogged with breath and heat. She grips his shoulders, moans his name, comes shaking in his lap while the city blurs past the glass.
Babe launches her new lingerie line at a private fashion show. The girls walk the runway in silk, lace, and skin. Keenan slips in late, finds Vikki backstage after the lights go down. Their eyes lock across the room. She barely makes it to the car before his hands are on her. He pulls her into the back seat. Fingers slide under lace. Her dress bunches at her hips. He takes her hard, deep, the windows fogged with breath and heat. She grips his shoulders, moans his name, comes shaking in his lap while the city blurs past the glass.