She lends him an hand

"Let's get over with it, come on ..." Sighs your crush.

"Get on the bed."

"O-On the bed, you say?" Replies Matt, but despite of his seeming hesitation, you can immediately see the frame shake and spin, as he hurries to do as told.

"Like this?" He asks, the phone camera aiming downwards on his body, laid already on the bed.

His pants are around his ankles, his cock hard and ready, looms at the center of the frame.
Behind it, Miranda, standing still, her hand cpalming her face.

"I see you're already ... ready. I suppose it's only for the better ..." She sighs again, peeking between her fingers.

Matt doesn't reply anything, but you can hear that his breath has became shorter.
Reluctantly Miranda crawls on the beadspread next to him, barely still in the frame.

"W-What are you gonna ... ?"

"What do you think, genius? Since you can't do it by yourself, it's time for the manual override ..." She replies picking her phone out of her pocket.

"Oh ... ok, hmm ... are you sure about this? Hey, what ... what are you doing? You already sent that damn message to Sarah , didn't you? "

"Relax, take a deep breath. It couldn't wait anymore, they could have started to get suspicious."

"B-But ..."

"Shush! I got the whole 'I masturbate a lot' thing. Don't worry, this will be different, trust me." She stops him, an hint of a smile gleaming on her lips, the only part of her face you're able to see at the moment.

"O-Ok ..."

"Turn away, don't look. It feels awkward doing it, if you keep looking at me like that." She commands, before stretching to reach backwards, out of the frame.

You have no idea if Matt has done as she asked, but surely the camera hasn't...
Suddenly, something start dripping down his cock from above.

"W-What was that?"

"Relax, didn't I tell you it would have been different?" Chides him Miranda in a softer, mellow almost, tone, before wrapping her right hand around his shaft, now coated with the clear fluid.

Your friend seems intentioned to reply but his words immediatly evaporate into a feeble grunt, the moment the girl gives his cock the first gentle tug.

Her movements are incredibly slow, deliberately so, but her grip strong, vicious.
Resting her weight on her left arm, she continues like that for a while.
Not the best handjob you can imagine by the looks of it, but judging from her expression, or at least the part of it that you can see, she looks like one who knows what she's doing.
In fact, after a minute or so of this treatment, Matt meat rod has transformed completely.
So congested that veins have popped everywhere along its lenght, so stiff it seems carved in stone, it has grow, strained to the maximum physical potential its tissues.
Your friend seems ready to blow.

"C-Can I touch you?" He moans, right when you conceive this tought.

Miranda turns his way, a smug smirk on her face, but stays silent.