“You’re so fucking hot, did you know that?” The words fall from him in a soft growl.
The camera follows his cock as he slides it down her stomach and over the gold dress that’s bunched around her waist.
“So are you.” She moans, running her fingers over defined abs, and he films that, following the motion of her red nails. “Fuck me with your huge cock, handsome.”
“You want this cock pounding your little pussy?”
“Mmm.”
He puts on a condom, and I tilt my head as he strokes his cock in one rough go, humming deep in his throat.
“Like this?” He thrusts inside her, and she screams, and it sounds like, “Yess, fuck me, please.”
The camera shakes as he drives into her with long, harsh strokes.
In a way I’ve never fucked her before.
A way Iwouldn’tfuck her.
Because Danika is the softest thing in my life, and I treat her like a treasure.
She is.
Shewas.
Not anymore, though.
Because in the video, she’s moaning and screaming as she’s being fucked to within an inch of her life by someone else.
Thatsomeoneflips her around, hauls her off the bed, and fucks her doggie style, shoving her head on the carpet as she blabbers and asks for more. He removes the condom, whirls her so that she’s facing him and fists her hair as she deep-throats his cock. His fingers flex, his groans filling myears as he fucks her face, making her gag, cum and saliva trickling down her chin.
Her face shows in those shots, so messed up with snot and tears and his cum, and yet she looks at him with big, wide eyes, her cheeks flushed, her expression eager.
Something I’ve never witnessed, because she’s never looked at me the way she’s looking at him—as if he’s a god.
She’s so into it, she comes more than once.
A few times, actually.
I can see it in her shaking limbs and hear it in the throaty moans and loud screams. I witness it in her eagerness to help him put a condom on. She even suggests removing it altogether, but he doesn’t.
The entire thing rolls before my eyes in high definition. I see the way his cock plunges in and out of her pussy again. I listen to degrading, dirty talk I wouldn’t dare say to her that she seems to get off on.
And I watch.
On and on.
Frozen in place as the video plays.
I witness the absolute sheer madness of how he fucks—going deep and slow, then harsh and fast as he kneads and slaps and parts her ass cheeks.
And I listen,reallylisten, to the way they moan and groan and how she whimpers andbegs.
I’ve fucked Danika more times than I can count, and yet I’ve never seen her like this.
It’s like I’m watching a stranger—someone so removed from my memories, it’s as if I’m staring at an imposter.
But she’s not.
