Making the Bitch Rich as Her Gigolo Doesn’t Pay the Rent.
The last time we saw Sweet Sinners’ Zac Wilde, he was booking out of his girlfriend’s apartment because she was even more of a peeper than he was, which pissed him off. Now he’s found a new place to live in Mile High Media-land and has an offer that the pretty property manager can’t possibly refuse. He’ll install security cameras throughout the grounds and inside each unit in exchange for a pass on his deposit. Who saw that coming? Well, it is Scene 2 from The Voyeur 3, which could be a clue. But who are we going to see “On Camera?”
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It doesn’t take long to answer that question. We see an amusing assortment of neighbors with unique habits. And then there’s Ella Nova, the property manager so easily duped into all those security cameras. That’s who’s “On Camera” the longest. Well, she and her renter/gigolo Nathan Bronson, who has returned from an escort trip to Hawaii. He’s got wads of cash for Ella, but not enough to cover her fee and his rent. What to do? What to do?
While Zac sits shirtless on his couch watching the fun on his laptop, Nathan tries unsuccessfully to beg off the sex being demanded of him. He points out that he’s freshly arrived from a long flight, but he finds the strength to carry on when she mentions an extension on his rent payment date. Soon, they kneel on the bed and make out like two people who’ve done this before. With each other. You never sample your own stash, man! But it’s too late for that advice because Ella is writhing against her handyman-turned-sex worker like a snake trying to shed its skin.
Thankfully, her skin stays right where it’s supposed to be. Otherwise, it would have been an entirely different kind of scene. Instead, both become shirtless, with him kissing and licking between Ella’s modest breasts, then down and up her belly and torso. It’s surprisingly tender given the circumstances but unquestionably erotic to watch. Next up is the bra removal and subsequent eager, assertive breast and nipple adoration with mouth and hands.
Anyone who’s actually had sex with another person knows that it’s rife with opportunities for comedy. It happens twice during the next action, which is getting everyone out of their pants so they can get into each other’s pants. First, Ella’s feet get tangled in the legs of her pair, and then Nathan has to beg for a few minutes to get out of his work boots. Apparently, rich clients of gigolos like their men to wear boots that are difficult to remove, which seems inconvenient as hell.
Finally, the boots and pants are off. The only thing between the pimp and her gigolo is her pretty lace panties. When she reclines on the bed for more kisses, laughter, humping, and grinding, she bursts out, “There’s that energy I was looking for!” It’s “that energy” that draws his face to that lovely bit of lace covering her lightly-haired pussy. A few kisses and then he removes it for some inspirational clit licking, kissing, and sucking. “There it is,” she says with a contented sigh. She doesn’t stay calm for long. Soon she’s got Nathan’s hair in her hands and pumps her hips against his welcoming tongue.
“That energy” surges within and between them, so they stand, and Ella licks her cunt juices off his face approvingly. After she strokes his hardon and praises him for all the money he’s made for her, she lays across the bed to suck what she can fit into her mouth. He doesn’t get nearly the oral attention we’re used to seeing which, given the power dynamics, makes some sense. Instead, his unorthodox employer tells him it’s time to fuck her good, just like he does every month. She lays back again, legs spread for missionary, and proceeds to swear and breathe raggedly while he absolutely rails the living daylight out of her, whatever that means.
The couple slides easily into spoon while she launches into loud praise of his technique and how much she wants more of it. Some lovely close-ups that aren’t gynecological give us a front-row seat for the genital action. This can’t last forever, so she takes more control of the situation by getting on top and riding him while they kiss. I swear, Ella is in a non-stop state of sexual frenzy during this encounter. Fortunately, he has endless endurance.
To further remind him who’s boss, she orders him to get up and then kneels for him to mount from behind. After he’s rubbed his face against her pretty butt cheeks, he gets the dick that makes him money back where it belongs, in pound town. It must be good because before long, Ella is screaming, “Oh, fuck! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Suddenly, overly sensitive, she tells him to slow down a bit and he obeys.
It's all very pretty, with natural light pouring through the bedroom blinds as they return to missionary, which is our sign that the carnality is soon to end. While she rubs her clit, he makes sounds that strongly suggest he’s about to pop his cork and spray genetic material inside of her, which was not part of the deal. After some sweat, a kiss, a few solid slams of cock in cunt, and he withdraws and forces a patter of jizz onto her mons, utterly unaware that he is “On Camera.” All he knows is that “You’re not sleeping here.”