β ββ οΉ RECORD. οΉ our muses make a sex tape together.
the glow of a red light could perhaps be a little ominous, a little mocking. a sign that you're being watched in one form or another... and without a single doubt in his mind, this tape would be watched. over and over and over again. ( be kind, rewind ! ) the camcorder had been meticulously placed on the bedside tableβ accompanied by an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, miscellaneous wrappers, and a half drank can of monsterβ and positioned to face the center of the bed while that little red eye occasionally blinked and flashed with a silent promise that the handheld device was still recording.
despite his affinity for shaky close up shots ββ the distance between the table and bed was still short enough to perfectly capture @devilscheck in all her glory, and it kept his hands free. those same hands that were latched onto her hips from behind, ( long fingers biting into the plush flesh beneath ) while his hips put in the work. his knees digging into the cool sheets that were getting messier and messier the harder his thrusts became... and he was fucking mesmerized. heavy lidded blues smeared in day old eyeliner watching the so, so easy glide each time his cock left her empty and came back to him more wet than before. only to just as quickly sink back into her to once again fill her to the brim. greedy. her cunt was greedy and sucked him right back in like it never wanted him to leave ββ it was made just for him.
so fucking mesmerized that it took him a moment to realize that her head had fallen forward, her sounds now being muffled by a pile of pillows instead of blessing the four walls of his bedroom. ( and her face woefully out of shot in the process. ) one hand released her hip to travel up the perfect arch of her back and wrap his fingers around a fist full of dark hair that cascaded down the expanse of it, not bothering to halt or even slow his current pace. ββ head up, babyβ ββ it's spoken so softly, so breathy in comparison to the way that he suddenly pulls her face back into view of the lens while maintaining that sickening yet beautiful shape of her back. ββ i thought you wanted t'be like those girls in the movies? ββ he'll give a much more gentle tug on her hair as he glances toward the viewfinder flipped in their direction, to ensure it was capturing her exactly how he wanted while sucking in his lower lip. metal clicked against the back of his teeth as heavy breaths inhaled and exhaled through his nose. ββ so keep lookin' at the camera. ββ
