“okay, now turn around. show ‘em the back.” you follow rafe’s instructions, spinning around in a circle, the pretty white babydoll set floating up and revealing the plush of your ass and the matching panties underneath. “slower. good.”
rafe takes a step back, camera in his hand, trying to record all of the details of the scene—your pretty hair, your done-up face, the new lingerie he’d just bought you today.
making a home video had, surprisingly, been your idea, in exchange for the new set you were wearing now. rafe had agreed in a heartbeat. he almost wants to make you regret ever suggesting the idea.
“now get on the bed.” you comply, falling gently on your back with spread legs, raising your head to look at your boyfriend, his face covered by the hand-held camera.
“rafe-” you start with a whine, but he interrupts you, crawling in closer, a hand resting on your knee.
“nuh-uh. don’t wanna hear it. your idea, remember?” you nod. “yeah, that’s right. now turn around. head down, ass up.”
you adjust your body accordingly, your head resting on his pillow and arching your back for rafe. your face flushes at the very thought of what he’s recording right now—your compromising position and exposed panties. you know rafe, so you know he’s zooming in on the wetness pooling between your legs and the growing dark patch on your pretty white underwear.
the position is a little uncomfortable, but nothing you’re not used to at this point. you wait impatiently, hoping rafe decides he’s had enough of the home video and starts to do what you’ve been waiting for all day. your entire body squirms when rafe moves your panties aside, fingers prodding your tight hole exploringly. you want to collapse on your stomach, but you stay upright, thighs trembling and fingers clenching his sheets.
“rafe—!” it comes out in another whine, while rafe slides two of his fingers into your pussy, scissoring them and stretching you out. you silence yourself by dropping your head onto the pillow, mouth getting covered with a mouthful of cotton.
“‘s okay. let ‘em hear you. it’s good.” he keeps recording, focusing the camera on his fingers pushing in and out of your wet hole, glistening with your juices. he laughs to himself, shushing you when you start to question why. he adds a third to distract you, your question long forgotten and moans spilling from your mouth. “feel good, huh? y’like putting on a show? bet you do.”
you move your hips in tandem with his fingers, swaying like you’re actually getting fucked, noises muffled against his pillow.
“wha’s that? can’t hear you.” rafe brings the hand holding the camera close to your pretty face, pulling your hair back in a tight yank to lift your face. he keeps an eye on the screen, recording your fucked-out face while your voice becomes clearer.
“o-only for you, rafe! jus’ for you-”
“good girl, that’s right.” he lets your head fall back, bringing the camera back to your pussy. rafe pulls out his fingers, listening to your whimper and making sure he captures the way you clench around nothing. “don’ worry. gettin’ what you want now.”
you hum in pleasure, twisting your head to look back at your boyfriend hovering over you, unbuckling his belt and taking out his dick, already hard. you can only keep looking for another second, because rafe runs the tip over your pussy, rubbing against your clit momentarily and making your eyes flutter shut instantly.
“o-oh. please, rafe-”
“so polite. good girl.” he repeats his motions, making your body tense up while you finally get some contact to your sensitive core. just when you think he’s gonna slide inside you, he doesn’t, pulling away instead. you look up for a second, watching rafe hover the camera over your pussy again, focusing on some other detail he’s trying to capture.
“rafe, please, just put it in-”
“yeah?” you think maybe you should have just shut up and been patient. he shrugs, setting the camera down on the bed, near your head, facing the two of you and so close that it can probably see the red on your cheeks. “okay. don’t wanna hear any complaints-”
you think you blacked out after he said that, since you can’t remember anything. rafe snaps his hips back and forth, the sound of skin slapping filling his bedroom. you cry out against his pillow, at how fast he’s going, how full you feel, how stretched out you are right now. rafe’s hands grope your ass, holding you in place while he fucks you, at such a speed you think he’s trying to break you. finally it’s too much, and you grab onto his headboard, trying to pull yourself away to get a second to catch your breath.
“rafe, rafe, it’s too much—” he holds you back firmly, adjusting to mount you completely, not stopping his motions for even a second.
“you asked for it,” he replies, pulling your hair back and positioning your face right in front of the lens. “stay like this. wanna see how it looks when you cum on camera.”
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