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“No,” I reply without looking at him. “This angle is perfect.”
“You want me to take them off?”
“Just do it,” I say.
As he slides off his boxers, I glance at the screen to see just how hot and real it looks, but he’s still not pressed all the way against me.
“I’m going to get hard and I won’t be able to help it.”
“It’s fine,” I reply in a mumble.
“Are you sure?” he whispers. I can hear the concern in his tone.
“We’ve done worse already,” I reply. “Let’s just get the shot.”
He clears his throat. “Action.”
The camera timer beeps—three, two, one.
With that, we both start moving. He thrusts toward me, slamming his half-hard cock against my backside, and I moan with pleasure. But as his motion starts to pick up in speed and intensity, I start to feel more and more connected to him. With each thrust of his hips, my moans feel less and less like acting.
He’s not inside me and he’s nowhere near my clit, and still…something about this feelsso good.
“Harder,” I say with a breathy yelp, and Adam slams against my backside with such force I knock a pile of papers onto the floor.
I squeeze my thighs together as I bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. It’s pretty obvious now how much I desperately need to get laid. I feel like I might come from some fake sex dry-humping, and that’s just humiliating.
But then his fingers dig deeper into my hips and the softness isn’t so soft anymore. He’s growing hard, and I can’t help but notice that the motion of his hips is taking on a less fake, more real rhythm.
My thighs clench even tighter.
“Go ahead, Peaches. Come on my father’s desk.” His voice is husky and strained.
“Yes,” I cry out, pressing my hips back toward him.
Suddenly, I feel his stiff length slide between my thighs, rubbing against my aching clit, and I let out a gasp and a moan that is very,veryreal.
Glancing up at the camera screen, I see his expression in the video. There’s a look of feral determination on his face. His grip on my hips tightens, and his breathing grows shallow with a grunt on every exhale.
“Keep going,” I whisper, clenching my thighs tighter around his cock.
“You’re so wet, Peaches,” he says with a growl, and I shamelessly drop my forehead against the desk as I thrust back against him. The moisture of my arousal coats his cock as he fucks the space between my legs.
And with every stroke against my clit, I grow closer and closer to my climax.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Look at you,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “So fucking needy for my dick.”
I cry out louder at his filthy words. The muscles of my thighs burn as I squeeze them together, urged on by the hardening of his cock. Which means he’s about to come too.
With church music playing in the distance, we grind our bodies together until we’re both breathless and shuddering out our releases. He groans loudly as I feel his cock pulse against me, spilling his cum all over my legs and his father’s desk. My own climax drives pleasure into every extremity of my body.
For a few long moments, we stay in that position, recovering from the heat of the moment. When Adam releases his claw-like grip on my hips, I lift my head and stare directly at the video still recording on my phone.
As Adam snatches a tissue from the box on the desk, I reach over and grab my phone, stopping the recording. Still, it’s silent as he turns away from me and cleans himself up. After I do the same, I grab my clothes and start to redress.
Nothing about that quenched this new craving. Instead, I think it just made it worse.
