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Gwen

Iforgot for half a second that the camera was on and directed at us.

My entire body involuntarily tenses at the reminder, and when Jay notices, he slows his movements.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers into my ear.

“D-don’t s-stop-”

He lets go of my throat and glides both hands down over my hips, gripping so tight it feels like it might bruise. I’d be fucking honored if he left marks on me.

“Fuuuck—” he growls before pushing himself inside me to the hilt.

I let out a loud squeal and my knees fail me in an instant. Collapsing onto the bed face first, I hear Jay laugh behind me.

“Keep it together, Gwen. I don’t plan to stop anytime soon,” he groans, returning his hand to the back of my neck again.

One thing about me; I’ve always required stimulation on my clit in order to cum, and I thought that was normal. I’m unfortunately one of those women that have mastered faking it. I’m really not sure how none of them could tell the difference.

I suppose maybe they got the hint when I ghosted them afterward.

Jenn used to tease me about my commitment issues, and Mila could care less. She knows how unhinged and taboo our arrangement is. She’s actually quite encouraging.

I reach above me and grab hold of the vertical posts, completely unprepared for what he’s going to do next.

Slamming himself into me, I can literally feel his balls pulsating against me as he holds me there, his hands still gripping my hips. I open my mouth, and let out a shocked gasp. The slight pain that shoots through me only lasts a few seconds this time.

“Do you feel how hard your pussy is gripping my cock?”

Desperately needing more, I push my ass back, begging for him to slam into me again. My grip on the wooden rungs tightens as I give up all control, his cock hitting places I didn’t know existed.

“Oh come on, princess—don’t be shy. Show the camera how well you’re taking me,”

“Jay…” I softly moan, lifting my eyes to the red light of the camera.

A wave of nervousness hits me at the thought of this video getting into the wrong hands. Maybe that’s why he chose to film this with a regular camera. There’s little to no chance of someone finding that memory card if Jay has it in his possession.

“Tell me what you need—” he groans, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm.

“I-I…” I stammer, completely unable to process words. Funny how pleasure can do that.

“I can go deeper if you ride me baby,” he groans, pulling out of me so quick it makes me whimper.

He runs his hands up my thighs and backs up towards the pillows, laying on his back with his hand slowly stroking the length of his cock. Watching him touch himself is something I never thought I’d enjoy this much, honestly.

“Come here,” he growls, “ride me facing the camera,”

Oh shit.

Now would be the time to tell him the one thing no woman wants to admit.

But, the camera.

Surely, admitting that I’ve never ridden a dick before will ruin whatever Jay hopes to capture. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, and I’m assuming one would have to know something about how to move your hips in a way that you don’t end up dislocating something.

I’m willing to admit the fact that I lack the confidence to just ‘hop on’. What will I even look like? Is my orgasm face weird? I’ve never watched myself cum, so I wouldn’t have the slightest idea.

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