Ignition Point Videos
Ignition Point is a three-scene Deeper run from 2018 and 2019, all directed by Kayden Kross: "Make Me Feel Something", "Check Your Phone" and "Merry Christmas". Vina Sky, Mick Blue and Kenna James each appear once, in couple stories of tension, from a silent stalemate to a text message.
Tension cracks open between them. Vina keeps her hands on the keys. Mick watches her fingers. Then he strikes, fist crashing onto the piano. Keys scream under his knuckles. "You're only here for the money," he spits, voice low and sharp. She stands, grabs him by the collar, drags his mouth down to hers. Her other hand finds his wrist. She presses his palm against her throat. Squeezes his fingers closed. "Then give me something else," she breathes. Hard. No smile. Mick pushes her back against the piano. Her ass hits the keys, notes scatter. He drops to his knees, yanks her dress up, buries his face between her thighs. Tongue working fast, rough, like he wants to hurt her with pleasure. She grabs his hair, pulls harder, hips grinding down. He stands again, spins her, bends her over the bench. Doggystyle. No warning. Just the sound of his belt, her wet heat, the slap of skin as he drives into her. Brunette hair falls across her face. Her moans hit every key she touches. She climbs on top next. Cowgirl. Takes him deep, rides like she owns the debt. Asian eyes locked on his. Sweat on her collarbone. He grabs her throat again. She leans into it, lets him squeeze while she fucks him harder. Faster. Until the piano bench rocks and every note underneath them sounds broken.
Tension cracks open between them. Vina keeps her hands on the keys. Mick watches her fingers. Then he strikes, fist crashing onto the piano. Keys scream under his knuckles. "You're only here for the money," he spits, voice low and sharp. She stands, grabs him by the collar, drags his mouth down to hers. Her other hand finds his wrist. She presses his palm against her throat. Squeezes his fingers closed. "Then give me something else," she breathes. Hard. No smile. Mick pushes her back against the piano. Her ass hits the keys, notes scatter. He drops to his knees, yanks her dress up, buries his face between her thighs. Tongue working fast, rough, like he wants to hurt her with pleasure. She grabs his hair, pulls harder, hips grinding down. He stands again, spins her, bends her over the bench. Doggystyle. No warning. Just the sound of his belt, her wet heat, the slap of skin as he drives into her. Brunette hair falls across her face. Her moans hit every key she touches. She climbs on top next. Cowgirl. Takes him deep, rides like she owns the debt. Asian eyes locked on his. Sweat on her collarbone. He grabs her throat again. She leans into it, lets him squeeze while she fucks him harder. Faster. Until the piano bench rocks and every note underneath them sounds broken.