Tyler groans. “Jesus Christ.”
“Get on the floor,” Jake orders. “On your knees. Between us.”
I slide off the bed and kneel on the carpet. Camera One captures me from the front – masked face, parted lips, naked body. Camera Two gets the side angle – two masked men flanking a kneeling woman, hands moving to their belts.
This is insane.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Tyler’s belt clinks as he unbuckles it. The zipper sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room. Then his c**k is out – thick, hard, already leaking – inches from my masked face.
“Open.”
I open my mouth.
He slides in slowly, letting the cameras catch every inch disappearing past my lips. The mask frames my stretched mouth perfectly – anonymous, obscene, content.
"f**k,” he groans. “Look at her. Taking in my c**k so
