Tell Jamie to look directly into the camera

As you feel yourself approaching climax, you grip Jamie's hair firmly and issue your command.

"Look directly into the camera," you order, your voice husky with arousal. "I want to capture your face when I finish."

Jamie's eyes flick up immediately, meeting the lens with a mixture of submission and excitement. Their lips stretch around your shaft as they continue their ministrations, now performing not just for you but for the recording as well.

"That's it," you groan, watching as Jamie obeys perfectly, maintaining eye contact with the camera while their tongue works magic along the underside of your cock. "Keep looking right at it."

Jamie moans around your thickness, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. Their hand works in rhythm with their mouth, twisting slightly with each upstroke in a way that makes your toes curl inside your shoes.

"I'm getting close," you warn, your breath coming in short pants now. "Remember what I want you to do."

Jamie's eyes widen slightly but remain fixed on the camera as they double their efforts, cheeks hollowing as they suck harder. The wet, obscene sounds of their mouth fill the back room, punctuated by your increasingly **** groans.

The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, and you quickly pull free of Jamie's mouth. "Stay right there," you command, taking yourself in hand and aiming directly at their upturned face.

Jamie kneels obediently, eyes never leaving the camera as you stroke yourself to completion. Their lips part slightly in anticipation, tongue just visible between them.

"Fuck!" you cry out as your orgasm hits, powerful jets of cum splashing across Jamie's waiting face. The first streak lands across their cheek and nose, the second across their parted lips. Jamie flinches slightly at the warm impact but maintains their position perfectly, still staring into the lens as your seed decorates their features.

When the last pulse subsides, Jamie's face is a glistening canvas of your release. Without being told, they bring their fingers up to their cheek, collecting a thick droplet and bringing it deliberately to their mouth. Their tongue extends, lapping at the pearly fluid as they maintain unwavering eye contact with the camera.

"Mmm," Jamie hums, the sound surprisingly genuine as they gather more of your cum and suck it from their fingers. "You taste better than I expected."

They continue this erotic cleanup, methodically collecting your essence from their face and consuming it with apparent relish. The performance is captivating—Jamie seems to understand instinctively how to make each gesture as provocative as possible for the recording.

When they've finished, Jamie gives the camera one final smoldering look before rising gracefully to their feet. Their face still glistens with traces of your release despite their efforts.

"Was that what you wanted, boss?" Jamie asks, their voice slightly hoarse from their exertions. They reach for the camera remote and stop the recording with a decisive click. "Should I check the footage?"

Without waiting for your answer, Jamie moves to the camera and rewinds to review what you've captured. As the scene plays back on the small screen, you're surprised at how professional it looks despite the improvised setting.

"Not bad for our first production," Jamie comments, watching their own performance with critical eyes. "Though we should probably set up better lighting next time. And maybe use the actual store merchandise for props." They gesture toward the shelves of sex toys that line the storeroom walls. "Dad never notices when the inventory changes slightly."

Jamie turns to you, a newfound respect in their expression. "What did you have in mind for our next video? We should probably film a few more scenes today while we have the place to ourselves."