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Chapter 8 by Jeriah Jeriah

Your answer?

"Yeah... I guess..."

"Yeah... I guess I did..." You reply slowly, not absolutely sure if she means the same thing as you do, while images of your girlfriend's cute face covered in spunk keep popping up in your mind and disturbing your focus.

Grimacing a little, while appearently lost in thoughts, Jessica turn her eyes back to your swollen cock where it lies in the valley between her breasts. As you watch, she seem to come to some kind of decision, actually blushing slightly and starting to bite nervously at her lips.

"Only for today..." She finally says, a formal yet challenging tone in her voice as she glares up at you again. "And only because I really, really, hate to lose at games, especially ones that I, myself, have made the rules for!" There's a serious look to her face, even though she continues to chew nervously at her lip.

"I still haven't said anything." You remind her, giving her what you hope is a warm and understanding smile, even though you feel your cock jump slightly as if trying to tell you what it's own vote would be. Jess seem to notice as well, and you think it actually grows another half an inch just from the attention as she glances down at it with one eyebrow raised.

"True..." she says hesitantly, still keeping an eye on your twitching member. "But I'm pretty sure you would, if given the choice...?" You shrugg uneasily but then surprise yourself as you nod in agreement!

Seeing this as your final answer, Jessica closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before pointing, a little shakily, at the door behind you. "Top left drawer, in the livingroom." She mumbles, and you can almost feel your heart skip a beat while you slowly get off of her and out of the bed.

You keep watching your girlfriend uncertainly through the corner of your eye as you walk to the door. "No need to worry..." she says as she sees your glances, smiling slightly and trying to look relaxed while stretching out on the bed, seemingly able to read your thoughts as she continues: "I'm quite sure I'll be able to keep myself from escaping."

You smile back at her, then disappear through the door and walk quickly, still naked, down the hallway to the livingroom. Reaching the chest of drawers in the corner, you pull the indicated drawer open and carefully retrieve your hand-held video camera from it. You turn it on and check the battery and memory while heading back to the bedroom, happy to find it at full power and empty of other recordings!

Talk this through, or start recording right away?

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