Not Camera Shy

I hear giggling, and while it seems they set up a camera, I'm a bit too preoccupied to care. I moan again, keenly feeling Joe tightly holding my breast in his left hand, along with his thrust, as his cock is once more driven deep into me. Doing my best just to hold myself still, returning in place in time for his next rough thrust. I moan loudly, the sound rough to my ears, as his right hand found my ass, squeezing me tightly.

I felt my orgasms keenly, just as I felt the delay between each thrust. I felt his lips on my breast, lips on my nipple, as he claimed me for his own, to which my only concern is he'd keep doing it. My legs spread wide, by my side, I'm keenly aware of how I'm being straddled, as his cock plunges down and deep into me once more. My back arching, I felt myself orgasm, each one more powerful than the last as I gave in to his desires.

His mouth moved from my left to right breast, even as his left hand rhythmically squeezed it. Gasping, I felt myself cry out exactly, feeling erotic pleasure pulsing through me vividly, knowing but not caring it was from him using me for his whims. Holding myself in place, I felt each rough, powerful thrust, each one driving him deeper into me than the last. I climaxed then as his balls smacked into my shaved mound, eliciting me to cry out savagely.

I vaguely noted the camera then, sitting on a tripod, the hall now bereft of people, before my eyes fluttered shut, and my attention remained on Joe, feeling his thrust keenly, as I orgasmed hard, and quickly disregarded any notice given the camera. Clinging tightly to his back with one hand, the bed with the other, I felt myself being shoved forward several inches, just barely managing to move back into place in time for the next rough, forceful plunge of his rock-hard member deep into me. Clining to him now with my legs, I held on tightly, feeling pleasure flowing through me powerfully.

I felt his hand on my breast, his mouth probing, lips laying with my senses, running and touching my nipple. I let out a patiently loud moan as his fingers pinched me hard, slapping my ass moments later, even as his rhythmic thrusts continued. He took his time, my mind not caring how long, as he grasped at me, playing with my senses, as he claimed me so, in our neighbour's guest room. All the while, my orgasms raced through me, regular and powerful, as he made a show out of using me.

Not that I cared; rather, I wanted nothing but he kept at it. A point he seemed no encouragement on, as he slowly made a showing of using me for his own primal desires. Moaning loudly, I held myself fast, as he rhythmically pounded me, his member driving deep within me, as I orgasmed regularly.

And then, as if on queue, his speed increased, slowly each time, until he was plunging his member swiftly as a piston, roughly taking me. I cried on, holding myself in place, as pleasure exploded even louder within me. Crying out equally loud, I felt each orgasm hitting more and more often until they almost seemed to overlap. Just then, I felt his load being deposited deep in me, eliciting once more to climax. I felt the pleasure flowing freely then as his follow-up pounding leaving yet more into me, before pulling out and rubbing the last few drops onto my clit. He pulls himself back together, kissing me on the lips before dying down next to me.

catching my breath, I soon find myself pressed against him, slowly falling to sleep, naked and exposed before the camera, as he clung tightly to me...