I look at Camera Two. It’s positioned perfectly to capture what’s about to happen – Jake’s c**k slowly breaching my ass while I’m held in place by Tyler’s grip on my hair.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Do it. Let them watch.”
He pushes.
The stretch burns. I cry out – would scream if Tyler wasn’t already shoving his c**k back into my mouth, muffling the sound. Jake doesn’t stop, keeps pushing past my resistance, inch by agonizing inch.
“Breathe,” he commands. “Relax. Let me in.”
I try. Force my muscles to unclench. Feel him slide deeper until he’s fully seated, his balls pressed against my p***y.
“All the way in,” he reports for the cameras. “First time taking a c**k in her ass. Isn’t she a good girl?”
He starts to move.
Long, slow strokes at first – letting me adjust, letting the cameras cap
