The Second Video

As soon as the lights went out, Kaylee and I crawled into bed and settled into the same positions we were the night before. Once more, I felt like I was about to pass out, but something wasn’t going to let me sleep just yet. My single earbud in, I picked another video and waited for it to buffer. This wasn’t the close, POV shot like the one from last night. Instead, Kaylee had set up her phone on the far side of her room before joining the other man in bed.

For the next thirteen minutes and forty-three seconds, I watched as my future girlfriend was willingly taken by her partner. I listened to the heavy breathing and soft groans in the missionary position. The moans and groans after he got her on all fours. The last three minutes were the best—I mean objectively. It’s when she got on top and let loose. Her cries filled the room. The sound of the bed squeaking under them and the thumping against the wall filled in between her cries of passion.

Unblinking, I made no outward reactions as he announced he was close. Kaylee didn’t let up until the very end when the man yelled loudly. I could see she was disappointed she didn’t cum, but she smiled when the guy looked up at her. As she lifted herself off him, I could see the strand of cum that connected them. Walking over to the camera, I was treated to a closeup shot of her pussy. It looked like her lips were desperately trying to hold back the man's cum as it seeped through and dripped from her. The screen shook as she picked up the phone and went black.

We said nothing as we got ready for sleep. Arm wrapped around her, I was about to drift off when her soft voice called me back to consciousness.

“We should watch another one tomorrow.”

My arm tightened around her.

“Okay.”

I drifted off to sleep, wondering why the hell I was agreeing to this.