“Record it...”

“Record it,” I said, voice rough. “Like last time.”

Veronica’s eyes widened for a second, then something filthy and excited flashed across her face.

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“Yeah.”

She reached over without hesitation, hit record on the webcam, and angled the laptop so it caught us. The little red light blinked on.

The second it did, something shifted.

She grabbed my cock and lined me up, then sank down onto me in one smooth motion. We both groaned. She was tight and hot and already dripping. I gripped her hips and started fucking her right there on the counter, hard and deep, while the laptop recorded everything.

Every few minutes we moved.

We fucked against the counter for a while, her legs locked around me. Then I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table, still moving the laptop with us so it stayed pointed at us. She kept looking back at the camera, moaning louder every time I slammed into her.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

I did.

We moved again — this time toward the couch. I stayed inside her the whole way, carrying her while she clung to me and laughed breathlessly between moans. Every time we paused to reposition, one of us would grab the laptop and move it too.

By the time we reached the couch, we were both a mess.

I laid her down on her stomach and climbed over her, pushing back inside in one thrust. Prone bone. Her favourite lately. She let out a broken, high-pitched sound and immediately started pushing back against me.

I braced my hands on either side of her and fucked her deep and heavy, hips snapping against her arse. The angle was perfect — I could get so deep like this. Veronica’s hands fisted in the couch cushions as she started to come apart.

“Tom— fuck— Tom—”

She wasn’t quiet.

She was loud. Really loud. Screaming my name every time I bottomed out, voice cracking, begging me not to stop.

“Don’t stop— please— fill me up— I want it—”

I growled and fucked her harder, one hand sliding under her to rub her clit while I pounded into her. She came hard, whole body shaking, cunt clamping down on me like a vice as she screamed into the cushion.

I didn’t last much longer.

I buried myself as deep as I could and came inside her with a low, rough groan, pulsing thick and hot while she kept squeezing me with her thighs and whimpering my name.

We stayed like that for a long time — me on top of her, both of us panting, my cock still twitching inside her.

Eventually I reached over and stopped the recording.

Neither of us moved to get up.

Veronica turned her head to the side, cheek pressed against the couch, and gave me a tired, blissed-out smile.

“We’re never getting that laptop clean,” she mumbled.

I laughed against the back of her neck and carefully pulled out, watching my come slowly leak out of her. She made a soft, satisfied sound.

We didn’t make it to dinner.

We didn’t even make it off the couch properly. I just shifted so I was lying behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, and pulled the throw blanket over us. She was already half-asleep, murmuring something incoherent as she pressed back against me.

I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes.

We passed out like that — tangled together on the couch, the laptop sitting on the coffee table with our fresh recording still on it, dinner completely forgotten.