Violet’s POV
He hits record and the red dot glows on his phone and a switch flips inside me that months of streaming never found.
Performing for a camera is my job. Performing for a camera held by a man whose c*m is leaking from my p***y is something else entirely. My skin prickles under the lens and my n*****s harden and my c**t pulses.
My body is responding to being filmed the way it responds to being touched, like every nerve ending knows it's being watched and wants to put on the show of its life.
I reach between my legs and drag two fingers through the c*m dripping from me. His c*m. It’s warm against my fingertips. I scoop it with my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean while staring into the lens.
The taste of him and me mixed together coats my tongue and the moan
