Page 42 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Well, you get an A for enthusiasm.”

“Can I get extra credit, Miss Dee Vine?”

“Oh, we are definitely doing a teacher scene at some point.”

I clear my throat, bringing myself back to reality rather than allowing my mind to wander to thoughts of her in a tight button-down shirt, short pencil skirt, and thick-rimmed glasses with a ruler she can use to-

“I’ll take some closeup stuff of you on the bed.” My voice is strained, but if she notices, she doesn’t say anything.

Honey hands me her phone and I slip mine into my tripod, focusing it on the bed so I can get her whole body. I begin recording with her phone while she turns away and crawls up the bed from the end. It takes every ounce of focus not to let the phone drop and instead watch her luscious backside move away.

Keep your breathing under control, dumbass.I can’t be salivating for this woman while I film. How creepy would that be?

Honey slowly turns to sit, smiling seductively at the camera. I don’t hide my growing erection. It’s obvious beneath my shorts and her eyes twitch in one quick, singular downward motion before landing back on the camera lens. Her eyes are bright as she lifts a hand and curls a finger, beckoning for me to join her.

I lower the phone and move the camera up her legs, toward her belly and her breasts. She grabs one, massaging it, and bites her lip when she knows her face is in the shot.

“Come join me, baby,” she breathes, making my dick jump.

I have to fight the urge to take a deep breath with my face so close to the phone’s mic. Blood rushes to my growing erection while I pull back down her body and then mount the phone in her tripod, making sure that it has a view of the bed without the other one getting in the frame. Once it’s in place, I turn my eyes back on Honey and see the same fire that burns in me. She slowly scoots further up the bed to allow me room as I kneel between her legs. I gently trail one hand up her shin, over her knee, up her thigh. Goosebumps erupt along her skin beneath the tattoos scattered across her flesh. I can’t tell if the slight tremor is acting or if she’s as excited as I am.

“Lay back, baby.”

Is that my voice?

I’ve never heard it so full of longing. I slide her panties down and toss the offending garment to the side before spreading her legs a little further so I can settle myself between her thighs. I have the perfect view of her cunt, glistening with need.

“Lay back and close your eyes for me. I want you to feel every single thing I do to you. Every brush of my fingers.” I use two fingers to spread her glistening folds and she moans softly. “Every flick of my tongue.” She’s not prepared when I lean forward and briefly slide my tongue softly against her clit. “Every vibration as I moan against you.”

She said not to worry about her orgasm, but I intend to pull at least one from her pretty pussy. More if I can, but let’s start with one. She smells so fucking good and I want to really taste her, not just the passing flick of the tongue from a moment ago. First, I’m going to tease.

Propping myself up on one elbow, I use my free hand to draw a line down her center with one finger. Her hips move down, trying to tell me what she wants, following the path my digit just took.

“Ah, ah,” I breathe. “I want to take my time with this perfect cunt.” She shudders at the last word and I grin up at her, but she’s not looking down. Her eyes are closed just as I ordered. “Such a good girl, following instructions.”

She feels too good not to slide a finger in, wet and waiting for me, so that’s exactly what I do. As the last knuckle disappears, I hear another moan escape her throat. I wish I knew if it was real or fake, but I’m going to do my best to make sure it’s the former.

“Do you want another?” I ask, my voice coming out in a growl. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Y-yes,” Honey whispers. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

As I speak, I slide a second finger into her dripping slit and curl upward. The movement makes her hips squirm and I grin, working her harder. Honey’s thighs try to close around me, but I push on them with my elbows.

“Oh no, I want full access to you.”

“Please.”

I’m dying to taste her and her begging isn’t helping my resolve.

“Please what?” Maybe if I keep talking, I won’t want to use my mouth for other things.

“I need-” She gasps when I push a third finger inside, stretching her before I press my palm to her clit.

“Come on, baby, use your words.”

“Oh god, I need-” She ends with a moan instead of a fully formed word.

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