Morgan

“I can do it,” Morgan said.

“Good,” She said, “It'll be a lot sexier.”

The elevator reached Holly's floor, and they went in her apartment. Bridget wasn't in the living room – they went straight to Holly's bedroom. She closed the door, and took a video camera out of the top drawer of her dresser. “Here,” She said, handing it to him.

They sat down on the bed, and he turned the camera on. “So how do you wanna start? ,” He asked.

“By undressing,” She said, and kissed him. She took the camera from him, and set it down on the bed. “Then you can fuck me on the bed,” She added.

She took off her blouse, t-shirt, and jeans, while Morgan took off his clothes, leaving only his shorts. She kissed him, and put her arms around his skinny chest as he grabbed the camera. “I know you may be used to me being sweet,” She said, “But by now you should know that I'm a slut in the bedroom.”

Morgan pointed the camera down as she took his cock out through the fly on his shorts, and started stroking it. “It's hard to believe how big it is,” She said. She moved her head down, and put her lips on the head of his cock, before pumping her head up and down along Morgan's thick eight inch long shaft.

Her lips went all the way down to the base of his cock – she was a bit wild in her pre-Playboy years, and during them a little bit. She took her lips off of her boyfriend's manhood, and got flat on the bed, on her stomach. “Do me Morgan,” She said.

Morgan grabbed the camera, and set it down on the pillow, pointing it towards Holly. He pulled down her panties, and placed his hands on her slim hips as he stuck his cock in her tight pussy. She moaned as he got flat on top of her, and placed his hands on her chest. He kissed her neck as he lightly moved in and out of her, grinding his crotch area against her big, firm ass.

“Go harder Morgan,” She moaned.

He got upright, and placed his hands on her sides. He went a bit faster, thrusting in and out of her hairless pussy. “Try not to cum Morgan,” She moaned, “I wanna taste it, 'n feel it on my breasts.”

“Alright,” He said, pulling out, “You wanna do that now or what?”

“Yes,” She said.

He got flat on the bed, on his back, of course, while Holly took her bra off, and placed the camera next to his crotch. She kneeled over his crotch a bit, and put her hand on the base of Morgan's big cock. She licked the underside of it, before putting her lips on the head of it. She moved her lips up and down along the shaft a few times, before taking her lips off, and saying: “Tell me when your gonna cum.”

She stroked the shaft with her hand, and rubbed his cock against her big, firm breasts, getting a mix of pre-cum and saliva on her. She went back to sucking on his cock, and rather suddenly, Morgan said: “I feel like I might um – you know.”

She took her lips off of his cock, and started stroking it, aiming it at her chest. He came rather suddenly – she allowed one or two jets of cum hit her breasts, before putting her lips on it. Her mouth filled with her boyfriend's cum, and some dripped out of her mouth, onto his shorts. She swallowed, and said: “That was so great Morgan.”

“Thanks,” He said.

“I'm gonna brush my teeth 'n take a shower,” She said, “Then we'll make out a 'lil.”

Holly got up off the bed, and got some black, lacy underwear out of the dresser. She went in the bathroom, and took a long hot shower, long mostly because she was thinking of Morgan, and also, the guy she had sex with in Las Vegas. She suddenly came to her senses, and instead of imagining a big black cock reaming her pussy, she imagined Morgan's big cock reaming her pussy.

Eventually she finished washing herself, and brushed her teeth and used mouthwash. She put on the black bra and panties, and walked back in the direction of her room. She opened the door, and saw...