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popes not worried though. not when he’s thrusting so deep into you already that you’re moaning his name and arching as far back as you can go. he’s taken you from the back for a while. made sure to work his chubby fingers on your clit so you’ve already come once. shifting the camera trained on your jiggling ass since the second you got on all fours, he decides to finally be done pretending that he’s gonna let you hide your face from him.

you whine when he suddenly pulls out. his rough words snap you out of your mewling protests. “cmon. flip over.” pope's free hand palms your hip to move you but you drop to your stomach and bury your face into the sheets. “i can’t! my face andy… i can’t.”

he huffs behind you, about to forcibly flip you over despite your objections. but even he knows that’s too far. that you’d never let him get you naked again. so, he tries a different method. one that you taught him you like. one that he learned just for you and to use when he wants you to do something. words.

pope lies down overtop of you, pressing his chest to your back. he starts to place strategic kisses in spots he knows makes you shiver. “you’re just so sexy.” he kisses your spine and you inhale sharply. “ ‘nd make all these pretty faces when ‘m inside you.” then your shoulder blades as you whimper. “wanna be able to watch it back. wanna see your face on camera when i make y’feel good.”

once he gets to your neck he licks allll the way up to your ear. he makes sure his breath fans your lobe until goosebumps appear on your skin beneath him. “i make you feel good, don’t i?”

“yes- s-so good.” from the way you instinctively arch at his words, pope can tell your resign is fading. when you bring a hand behind you to blindly claw for his waist, he tries not to gloat. “cmon then sweetheart. flip over for me, yeah?” you wiggle your ass against his cock and you both shakily breathe for a second. you glance back at him, gnawing at your bottom lip. “ ’s just for you, right? you... you won’t show anyone?”

pope tries not to roll his eyes. because obviously he would kill anyone else if they saw you like this. but he sticks with what he knows will work with you. he gently kisses your sweet lips. “course honey. youre mine. 's just for me. promise.” you blink at him through lovely lashes. once he grinds his fat tip against your weepy hole to make your eyelids flutter slightly, you cave. “yea- yes. okay. i-i want you to see it too andy. 'm yours.”

he bites back a giddy ‘fuck yes’ and guides you to roll over wordlessly. he kisses you deeply when he finally feels your tits against his chest. slowly shifting himself between your spread thighs. pope raises the camera up as high as he can so that when he thrusts easily back into your tight heat, he gets the way your eyes roll back and your jaw slackens in pleasure from the generous stretch of him on film.

and he gets it all on camera. from the way you moan his name, to the way your back arches involuntarily when he pushes as deep as he can and grinds his hips in a slowww circle. he wishes he could focus enough to zoom in on the way you suck him in, but he’s grunting and groaning "fuck you feel s'good" while trying not to come too early as he feels your warmth grip him so fucking tight.

when he pans the camera down to record where he’s plunging into you and the way you’re taking his thick cock so perfectly, you squeal and hide your face in embarrassment. “andy! don’t- ohhh god- that’s too much!” pope covers his scoff of annoyance with a groan and presses hot kisses to your neck. effectively shutting you up.

he yanks both your tiny hands from your face with his free one. focusing his body on balance as he presses all his weight into holding them above your head. while his mind focuses on the other hand that grips the camera to stay angled at your soaked pussy.

“shhh shhh- yer beautiful sweet girl. ‘s like you were made for me. takin’ this dick so well..” he feels you clench around him and prays that his shitty camera caught the reflex. “oh you like that? hearin’ how well you take me?” he groans and picks up his pace, your ankles cross almost as tightly as you’re squeezing his length at his back. you’re not even hearing his words anymore. your eyes are glazed over as you nod and pulse around him while pope talks you through it. “y'know i wanna watch it later. wanna see- fuck- how well this tight pussy takes me. always sweetheart. always.”

you’re thrashing your head back and forth, whimpering for him. “oh andy! feels sogood- don’t stop- ohgoddontstop!” he bites his lip as he brings the camera to your pretty face when your eyes squeeze shut. pope feels your thighs start to shake around him and your breathe start to hitch beneath him. “say my name when you come-hmmhf- want it. want it on camera.” his words along with his repetitive thrusts have you shuddering, coming undone with a yelp. creaming all over his pelvis and even down his thighs. he really really hopes the sound of you crying out his name is louder than the wet slapping noises echoing throughout the room while he fucks you through your orgasm.

a wave of primal satisfaction washes over pope at the fact that he got you finishing on his cock on camera. “beg for it.” he rasps, needing to hear you pleading for his come on camera. and oh god you do. you're so cock drunk at this point that your whines for him to finish inside you are slurred and almost incoherent. over and over and over. “please fill me up- please i want it so bad! wantit wantit wantit-”

your desperate cries in his ear and thinking about watching this exact moment in some crappy hotel in mexico instead of just using his imagination, is enough to have pope reach his own peak. he ruts his hips as far as he can and bites at your chest and neck as he spills deep inside you.

you both lie there breathlessly, boneless and satiated while you come down. he drops your hands and you hum as your run your fingers all over his back gently. after a minute or two he hears a faint beeping.