Holding her hair in my fist, I run my free hand down her back, finding a patch of bare skin between the hemline of her top and the waistband of her sweatpants.
A moan vibrates in her throat as I slip my hand inside her top and run my fingers up her spine, trailing her smooth skin.
Goosebumps rise beneath my touch.
She lowers her head, taking me deeper, and once she slides her mouth up, she presses her tongue against my length, swirling and flicking the sensitive underside spot, making it hard for me to hold back.
I run my hand down her spine and inside her sweatpants, slowly undressing her. She lifts her hips so I can slide the fabric past her rear and down her thighs before she props herself on her knees and keeps sucking my flesh.
I brush the spot beneath her legs and try to control myself, prolonging the pleasure while fueling the tension.
My hand is wet between her thighs.
“You do it just right, baby,” I say, slowly rocking my hips to fill her mouth.
She spreads her legs to give me more access, and I brush her lower lips before sliding my fingers into her.
She clenches around my touch.
I smile.
“You like that, don’t you?”
She nods, throwing me a side-eyed glance, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.
“Come here, baby...” I say, nudging her up.
She pushes off the sofa and rolls down her sweatpants, giving me a hungry gaze as I shed off my clothes.
I crash back onto the couch and move her to my lap.
Naked from the waist down, the bottom of her breasts peeking from under her cropped top, she slides her knees on either side of me.
My eyes slip to her slit, my cock twitching, hard and wet.
She sets herself astride, her warm, throbbing center gliding down my shaft.
She starts moving.
“Wait...”
Curling an arm around her waist, I hold her tightly as I shift the laptop onto the coffee table, ensuring the camera faces us.
“Give me a second,” I say as I handle the laptop.
The camera comes on with us on display from the neck down. I click the record button and lean back against the couch with her on my lap.
“What are you doing?”
“Homemade porn...”
“You’re not putting me on the Internet.”
“I’m not... But even if I am, nobody can tell it’s you.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
I flick my hand up.