Idris drops my phone when both his hands are busy, his hands combing through Em’s hair. So I grab it and make sure I get everything on camera.
“Fuck, yeah, wreck her, boys,” I whisper.
I wanna record more of Em’s naughty noises. Her moans. Her screams. Her breathless cries that break when her head lolls to the side, her lips drooling down to our pillows.
Lix is going slow on her, thrusts easy and lazy.
Idris repositions until she’s half on his lap. He gives Lix suggestions that gets my dick hard again.
The man with a golden tan is pointing with one hand, while the other massages Em’s right breast. So I mirror that action with my free hand on her left tit.
“Mmm, so big,” I mumble, earning Em’s fluttering eyes. She’s making these sweet sounds for us. I fucking love it. Can’t ever get enough of it.
“Stan,” Idris calls me, snapping me out of my sex haze.
“Yeah?”
“Pass me the toy, please.”
I hand him the vibrator. It’s long and cool to the touch, but he warms it up with his hands and asks Lix to lick it before they bothhold it down to place on Em’s clit.
She wails so loud, it bounces off the bedroom walls. It’s goddamn music to my ears.
I almost drop the phone, but IknowI need this on video.
“Faster, Lix,” I urge him. “So much faster.”
He follows, fucking her like his life depends on it.
“Doing great, Em,” Idris whispers to her, caressing her face and wiping the sweat off her brows. “Really great. Outstanding work.”
Em’s still wailing, handling the overwhelm so well.
Lix grunts, pumping his come inside her. She comes with him, crying out in that broken, breathless way she does when we know we brought her there, to seeing stars until her mind goes blank too.
She can’t lecture me then, can she?
After a while, we’re all catching our breaths when Em moves first. She must be sore as hell, but she straddles Idris’ lap and slide herself down onto his dick.
“Are you sure, Em?” he asks.
What the fuck?
Has he lost his mind? Why would you even ask that?Let her fuck you, dude!
She answers him with her body, her juices coating his cock.
I film the whole thing, this sweet moment where Idris is staring at her, and she’s staring down, stroking his cock with her hand before taking it inside her, inch by inch.
Idris hisses in a sharp breath that sounds like it hurts. “Em, easy, please. Don’t rush yourself, not for me.”
Oh my god, this is everything.
I’m filming with my phone in my face because I am positively grinning. Lix leans in, watching through the screen with me.
We’re both taking a break ‘cause we’ll be having way more fun after Em’s done ruining Idris.
“Idris,” Em whispers his name like a siren song. “I’d really like to do this.”
