Get a camcorder

There was no way I wasn’t going to record this moment for posterity. A chance like this only comes along once in a lifetime, and I wanted to re-live this one over and over. I remembered seeing a video camera in Brian’s living room the last time I was here.

“Hold on a minute, honey. There’s something I want to do first.”

She sniffled a bit, but didn’t say a word. I ran downstairs and found the camera. I grabbed an unopened tape from next to the TV, and I popped it in the camcorder.

“I’m back, sweetheart. Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

“Fuck you, asshole!”

“Oh, baby, don’t be mad. I just wanted to get a camcorder. Wouldn’t want to forget the great time we’re gonna have.”

I set up the camera and started recording. I shot closeups of her entire body- her mask covered face, moist from tears, her heaving breasts, and down her stomach to her fuzz covered pussy. I reached in, spread her lips and focused on her protruding clit and ring. I tugged gently on the ring, causing her hips to buck and her ass to clench. Through the camera lens I could see that, despite her fear, her pink pussy was nice and moist.

I put the camera down on a dresser opposite the bed, with a great view of her spread eagle legs, pussy and asshole. I considered my options. On one hand, my cock was begging me to be buried in that hot twat. On the other, the idea of teasing her some more really excited me.