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Rory smiles at me before walking on her knees over to me, kissing me tenderly. “Very okay with it. I don’t feel uncomfortable.” She takes my hand in hers, slips them both under her shirt, and rests them on the scrap of lace covering her. “In fact, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” I lightly groanwhen I feel how drenched her panties are. “I want to watch you fuck me, Cole.”

I slip my fingers under her lace, dragging them up her soaked slit. “Get up by the headboard, then. On your knees and facing me. Let Daddy show you exactly how you fall apart for me.”

She quickly moves up the bed, gazing at me with a gleam in her eyes. “What now?”

“Now, I’m going to start recording.” I pull up my camera, switch to video mode, and press the red button. Pointing the camera at my girlfriend, I speak with confidence, lust dripping from my voice. “Strip.”

I see heat flash in her eyes as she reaches for the hem of my shirt covering up her flawless body. Slowly, she pulls it off, taking her time and letting me eye-fuck the hell out of her. Her tits bounce as she uncovers her chest and finally pulls the shirt over her head, leaving her in a pair of sexy as fuck red lace panties.

I have to cup myself over my boxers and hope I don’t come on the spot from even this tiny bit of friction.

“Put your head on the pillows and peel those panties off. Let me show you that pretty pussy.”

Without taking her eyes off me, Rory positions herself lower on the bed, laying back before sliding the red lace over her gorgeous thighs.

Now naked before me, she spreads her legs open, and I can see the arousal dripping from her. There’s not a shy bone in her body as she bares all of herself to me and the camera.

“How’s that?” she asks, a sweet tone to her voice.

“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, moving myself closer. I fall down to my elbows, stretching my legs out behind me and laying between her spread thighs. I bring the camera closer as I trail my finger through her soaking core. “Goddamn, you’re so wet, baby girl. So turned on from me recording you. My dirty slut.”

“Yes,” she moans as I slip a finger inside her.

“Yes, what?”

She has to fight through her enjoyment as I push another finger into her dripping cunt. “Yes, I-” Rory moans again as I start to rhythmically move my fingers. “I’m your dirty slut.”

“And you’re a slut only for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm.” She’s writhing in front of me, pushing down so my fingers hit deeper inside her. “I need more.”

I quickly stand from the bed, propping my phone up on my dresser, leaning against a stack of books Rory left here, and pointing it right at the center of the bed. Once I have that ready, I slide back in between her legs.

I thrust my fingers inside of her again, shallower this time. I’m no sex novice, but there are still things I’ve never experienced. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve researched online and found what’s supposed to be the best way to make something specific happen.

And I’m dying to find out if it’s going to work.

I keep my fingers inside of her, hooking them and rubbing them over the front wall of her pussy, adding slight bits of pressure.

Rory’s hips buck off the bed as I begin. “Ohhh… That… that’s good.”

I smile, my confidence in this growing by the second based on her reaction.

When I press my free hand down on the top of her pelvis and start lightly flicking my tongue over her clit, she screams loud enough for the entire building to hear.

Let them.

“Fucking love how loud you get, baby girl.”

“I can’t… help it.Fuck, this feels amazing.”

“Let go and enjoy it then. You’re going to love this.”

I keep my pace, rubbing my fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her with my tongue on her clit, occasionally moving lower and fucking it inside her pussy so I can lap up the arousal coating my fingers.

“You’re so good with your fingers,” Rory breathes. “This feels… better than usual.”

Fuck yeah, it does.

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