Watching one's own film production to boost one's spirit, wouldn't this process make a great subject for a new indie film?
If the XXX world also had its own Academy Awards, then he would be the best director, best leading actor, best screenwriter.
"Vulgar," Asai Ayumi chided, but she was used to it by now. If you want to film, just film, she thought, rolling over to the edge of the bed. She kicked her slender, nylon-wrapped foot and cooed, "Help me with my shoes."
Aoyama Xiu Xin got up, stretched languidly, and knelt on one knee in front of her. He picked up one of the delicate white high heels with one hand and grasped her slim, silky smooth ankle with the other, gently pinching it a couple of times before slipping the shoe on.
"Mm-hmm, naughty," Asai Ayumi giggled, tapping him lightly on the chest with her other foot.
Once everything was settled, the two of them went downstairs. Aoyama Xiu Xin called out to Asai Ze Xi, "Big brother, let's head out."
