Jake shoved the phone on the dresser and hit record. "It's on," he said, voice low and rough. Mia stripped off her tank top and tossed it aside, her tits bouncing free. No lights, no makeup, just their messy bedroom and the camera catching every second.
She dropped to her knees right there on the rug. "Pull it out," she told him. Jake unzipped and fed her his cock. She took it deep on the first try, gagging once before settling into a wet, sloppy rhythm. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. The phone mic picked up every slurp and choke.
"Fuck, that's good," Jake muttered. He grabbed her hair and started thrusting into her mouth. Mia moaned around him, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. She reached down and rubbed her clit through her shorts while he used her face.
After a minute she stood up, wiped her mouth, and shoved her shorts and panties down. "Bed. Now." Jake kicked off his jeans and followed. She climbed on all fours, ass up, face down. The camera had a clear side view of her spread pussy and his hard cock lining up behind her.
He slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust. Mia grunted and pushed back. No slow startthey fucked hard and fast, skin slapping loud enough to echo. Jake gripped her hips and pounded, pulling almost all the way out each time before driving back in. Her tits swung under her. Sweat started to shine on her back.
"Talk dirty," he ordered.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck that cunt like you mean it. Fill me up so it leaks out later."
Jake reached under and slapped her clit a few times. She yelped and clenched around him. He kept the pace brutal, the bed frame creaking. Every few strokes he spat on her asshole and rubbed it with his thumb, teasing but not pushing in yet.
They switched positions after she came the first time, her legs shaking. Mia rolled onto her back and spread wide. Jake hooked her knees over his elbows and sank back inside. This angle let the camera see his cock stretching her open, shiny with her juices. He leaned down and sucked one nipple hard while he kept thrusting.
"Look at the phone," he said. "Tell them how it feels."
Mia turned her head toward the lens, eyes half-lidded. "Feels fucking huge. Stretching me open. Gonna make me come again."
Jake grinned and picked up speed. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. Mia's mouth fell open. Her whole body tensed, then she came with a loud, broken moan, pussy pulsing around his cock. Jake didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it until she was whimpering.
They flipped again. Jake lay back and Mia climbed on top, facing the camera this time. She sank down on his cock and started riding, rolling her hips and bouncing. Her hands braced on his thighs. The view from the dresser showed everythinghis shaft disappearing into her, her tits bouncing, her fingers working her clit again.
"Play with your ass," Jake told her. Mia reached back and circled her own rim with two fingers, then pushed one inside. She moaned louder and rode faster. Jake smacked her ass cheeks, leaving red handprints.
They kept going until Mia's legs gave out. Jake flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in from behind. This time he pressed his thumb into her ass while he fucked her pussy. Mia buried her face in the pillow and screamed into it. Jake worked both holes, thumb and cock moving in rhythm.
"Close," he warned.
"Inside," she begged. "Come in me."
Jake lasted another dozen hard thrusts before he buried himself deep and unloaded. Mia felt every pulse, hot and thick. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked out of her and ran down her thigh. The camera caught the whole messy drip.
They stayed still for a minute, breathing hard. Then Mia reached over and grabbed the phone. She stopped the recording and played it back right there on the bed, both of them watching the footage. The sound was crudewet noises, grunts, the occasional slap. No fancy editing, just real fucking.
Mia grinned at the screen. "That's going up tonight."
Jake laughed, already half-hard again from watching. "Round two first."
She set the phone down and climbed back on top of him. This time they went slower but still filthy, her riding while they both watched the first video play on loop beside them. The room smelled like sweat and sex. The camera stayed ready for whatever came next.
