You want to suck it

The camera was locked low and tight on Manny’s lap. Nothing else was in frame. Just his thick soft cock resting against one heavy ball, the dark curls at the base, the heavy hang of it. Cheri stood completely naked behind the camera, already wet, two fingers slowly circling her clit as she watched the monitor.

“Look at it,” she said, voice low, calm, and steady into the mic. “That’s the cock you’re going to want in your mouth. Soft right now… but not for long. Keep staring. Don’t look away.”

Manny sat still, eyes fixed on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri kept fingering herself slowly while she spoke.

“You already feel it, don’t you? That little pull in your throat. That need to open your mouth. Looking at this cock makes you want to suck it. You want to feel the weight of it on your tongue. You want to taste the skin. Keep watching.”

She reached over and paused the recording. The red light went dark. Instantly she stepped into the frame only for Manny, dropped to her knees, and took the soft head into her mouth. She sucked gently, wet and warm, while her free hand stroked the shaft. The cock thickened fast against her tongue. She pulled off, spit on the head, and rubbed her soft tits up and down the growing length, smothering it between them for a few long strokes. Then she turned, lowered herself, and dragged her wet pussy lips slowly along the underside of his shaft, coating him. She even pressed her soft ass cheeks around the base for a moment, rolling her hips so he felt the warm cleft. When he was fully hard and leaking she stood, wiped her mouth, and stepped back behind the camera.

She hit record again.

“Look at it now,” she said, voice still calm, almost hypnotic, while her fingers slid back between her legs. “Hard. Thick. Veiny. Steel-hard. That head is already shiny because it wants a mouth. Your mouth. You want to suck it so bad your jaw already aches a little. Admit it. You want that long shaft stretching your lips. You want those heavy balls against your chin. Keep staring at it. Don’t touch yourself yet. Just look.”

She paused the camera again. This time she crawled between his legs and took him deep, throat working around the head while she stroked what she couldn’t fit. She pulled off, turned around, and backed up until the thick shaft nestled in the cleft of her ass. She ground slowly, letting him feel the soft heat of her cheeks, then reached back and guided the head to her dripping entrance, rubbing it up and down her folds without letting him inside. She used her hand to stroke him at the same time, spit and pussy-slick, until his hips were twitching. Only then did she stop, stand, and return behind the camera, fingers already back on her clit.

Record.

“You’re getting desperate,” she murmured to the audience, voice soft and certain. “Looking at this big thick steel-hard veiny cock is making your mouth water. You want to drop to your knees right now. You want to feel it throb against your tongue. You want to suck it slow… then deep… then messy. You want spit running down those balls. Keep watching. The longer you stare, the more you need it in your mouth.”

She paused once more. This time she climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs facing him, and pressed her soaked pussy against the underside of his cock. She ground along the full length while she leaned forward and fed him her tits. Manny sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, while Cheri kept sliding her wet folds up and down his shaft, coating him completely. She reached down and stroked the head every time it peeked out from under her, then went back to grinding. When she finally pulled away both of them were shaking. She returned behind the camera, legs wet, fingers pushing inside herself as she spoke.

“You can’t stop thinking about sucking it now,” she said, voice lower, thicker. “That cock is all you want. Big. Thick. Hard. Veiny. You want it stretching your throat. You want those balls slapping your chin. You’re aching to put it in your mouth. You’re going to keep watching until you can’t stand it anymore.”

She let the camera run a little longer on the shiny, throbbing cock while she fingered herself harder, soft wet sounds mixing with her voice. Then she reached over and stopped the recording completely. The red light died.

Cheri climbed onto the bed and straddled him without another word. She guided the thick head between her folds and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion, taking every inch until she was seated fully. Manny’s hands gripped her hips. She started riding him hard and deep, tits bouncing, already so close from all the teasing.

The first orgasm hit fast. Her pussy clamped down and she squirted hard, a sudden spray of fluid soaking his thighs and the sheets. She didn’t stop. She kept riding through it, grinding deep, and the second one crashed over her almost immediately, more liquid pulsing out around his cock and running down his legs.

Manny sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and fucked up into her hard. Cheri’s third orgasm tore through her with a sharp cry, another strong squirt soaking them both. She kept moving, rolling her hips, taking every thick thrust. The fourth came while she was leaning back, hands on his thighs, and the spray was even stronger, wetting his stomach and running down over his balls.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless. Cheri’s fifth orgasm locked her body, thighs shaking violently as she squirted again, the fluid pulsing out with every grind of his cock against that perfect spot. She was already sobbing with pleasure when the sixth one hit—harder, longer, a powerful continuous rush that soaked his legs completely and left her trembling and gasping beneath him.

Only then did Manny pull out. He stroked his cock over her stomach and came hard, thick ropes of cum striping her belly and the underside of her breasts while she still shook from the last orgasm.

Cheri lay there breathing hard, belly painted, thighs dripping, completely spent. Manny leaned down and kissed her slow and deep.

She smiled against his mouth, voice still rough.

“They wanted to suck it,” she whispered. “But I’m the only one who gets to ride it until I can’t stop squirting.”