studioEROTIKA

I step inside, pulse in my throat. When our chests touch you let out this tiny exhale-like you have been holding it since our first filthy message.

I drag my lips to your ear: "You feel so good" I murmur.

You smells like pre-sex and want. You steer me to the backdrop, hands trembling a millimetre as you snap the first frame. "On your knees", you rasp.

I obey, back dipping, thighs parting just enough to watch your breath stutter.

Snap. Snap.

Lace slides off my shoulders like it knows it's in the way. Cool air hits my nipples-they're already stiff as bullets. You dont ask, just keep the lens rolling as I trail fingers down my stomach, and along my wet wantingness, eyes never leaving the bulge fighting your pants.

One slow circle. Two.

My hips roll, aching, imagining it is your hands on me, internally begging to know what you feel like deep inside me.

'That's it," you mutter, voice wrecked.

I cum hard-back bowing, thighs clamping around my own hand-moaning your name like it's dirty and holy at the same time. Camera still whirs.

My eyes locked on yours, I crawl across the floor on all fours, lips still tingling. When I tug open your zipper you springs out-so hard the head is purple, leaking pre cum. No teasing. I swallow you down in one wet slide, humming low so the vibration rattles your thighs. You thread your fingers into my hair, hips jerking. "Fuck", you groan, eyes rolling back.

I move slow, tongue swirling the ridge until your knuckles go white, until I feel your whole body lock up and then explode - thick ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat while you swear like it's the first time you've ever cum. When I pull back, your cock twitches against my cheek, spent but still half-hard. You looks down at me, dazed, knees shaking like they're gonna give.