Violet’s POV
The stretch of him filling me makes my mouth fall open because he's thicker than anything I've used on camera. The head of his c**k drags against my front wall and my p***y grips him so tight we both groan at the same time.
"f**k! You’re even tighter than I imagined," he breathes, gripping my hips as I start rolling. "Every stream I watched you ride your toy, I pictured my c**k instead."
I ride him with my hands on his chest, controlling the pace, grinding my c**t against his body on every downstroke. The wet sound of my p***y on his c**k fills the room. On camera I filter these sounds. Here they pour out raw and I let them because I want him to hear what his c**k does to me.
"You know the Wednesday stream?" I gasp, bouncing on him, t**s swaying in his face. "The glass toy
