'Oh god. Oh god, she wants me to fuck him. While she films. While she watches.'
Fresh tears poured down Hana's face, hot and thick. Her hands—still braced on Raven's thighs—clutched at his skin desperately.
But she could feel his expectation. Could feel the camera's unblinking lens pointed at her spread pussy, at where his cock disappeared into her body.
And she knew she had no choice.
Slowly, agonizingly, she pulled her hair forward with shaking hands. Let the dark strands fall like a curtain to hide what remained visible of her face.
Her palms returned to Raven's thighs. Braced. Pushed.
And lifted.
"Hnnngh—!"
The sensation of that massive cock sliding out—even just a few inches—was overwhelming. Her pussy walls clung to it desperately, like her body was trying to keep him inside. The friction made her entire core burn with sensation.
She could feel every vein. Every ridge. Every impossible inch.
And then she let gravity take over.
'PHAACK!'
