Keep Watching the Cock

Cheri didn’t plan this one in advance.

She was just watching him.

Manny had come out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, and then the towel had slipped. He hadn’t bothered to grab it. His cock hung soft and heavy, still damp, and he stood there checking something on his phone like the view was nothing. Cheri sat on the edge of the bed and stared. The longer she looked, the more the rest of the room faded. By the time he glanced up, she was already wet.

“Don’t move,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m getting the camera. Keep watching the cock. That’s the title. That’s the whole thing.”

She set the camera low and tight before he could argue, framed so nothing else existed. Soft lighting. She stripped without ceremony and stood naked behind the lens, two fingers already sliding through the slickness between her legs. Manny stayed where he was, soft thick cock hanging heavy in the center of the shot.

Her voice came through the mic quieter than usual, almost distracted by what she was looking at.

“Keep watching the cock. Soft right now. Heavy. Just hanging there. Don’t look anywhere else.”

Manny’s eyes stayed on her. Cheri’s fingers moved in slow circles.

“That’s it. No other instructions yet. Just keep your eyes on it.”

She paused the recording long enough to cross the space between them, drop to her knees, and take him into her mouth. She sucked him wet and thorough, one hand stroking the base, the other cupping his balls, until he was fully hard and shining. Then she wiped her lips, went straight back behind the camera, and hit record again.

“Still watching?” she asked, breath a little short. “Good. It’s harder now. Thicker. Keep your eyes right there. Don’t drift.”

On camera, Manny wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few slow strokes. Cheri’s voice stayed low and insistent.

“Keep watching the cock. Look at the way the head looks when it’s swollen like that. Look at the veins. Look at how heavy it still is even when it’s hard. Your eyes stay here.”

She paused again, longer this time. She climbed onto the bed, pushed him back, and sank down onto him in one wet slide, riding him with deep, grinding rolls of her hips while she watched his face. When her thighs started to shake she forced herself off, left him slick and throbbing, and returned to the camera.

Record.

“Keep watching,” she said, voice rougher now. “He’s stroking again. Match him if you want. But your eyes don’t leave the cock. Not for a second.”

Manny’s hand moved faster. The thick shaft glistened. Cheri’s fingers worked deeper between her own legs, the wet sound audible.

“Look at it throb. Look at how the skin moves over it. Keep watching the cock. That’s the only rule.”

She let the camera run until her legs were trembling and her voice had gone thin. Then she stopped the recording.

The second the red light died, she was on him.

Manny sat up, grabbed her under the ass, and hauled her into his lap as he stood. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist. He thrust up into her in hard, rolling strokes, each one lifting her slightly and letting her drop back down the length of him. The wet sound of her cunt taking him was loud and filthy. She came hard in his arms, whole body seizing, a gush of fluid spraying out around his cock and running down his thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking up into her while she shook, and another climax ripped through her almost immediately, stronger, her muscles locking so tight she could barely breathe.

He walked them to the bed and laid her down without pulling out. His thrusts turned deep and relentless, hips snapping, the thick head dragging over the spot that made her vision blur. Cheri’s orgasm hit like a continuous wave this time—her back arched, mouth open, thighs quaking hard against his sides as she soaked the sheets beneath them. He fucked her through it, and the trembling never fully stopped; it rolled straight into another full-body climax that left her gasping and twitching, toes curled, hands scrabbling at his shoulders.

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back into her. The new angle punched a broken sound out of her. His hand snaked under her and found her clit, rubbing fast and tight while he thrust. Cheri’s entire body started shaking—not just her legs, but her stomach, her arms, her shoulders. The orgasm that tore through her was violent and messy, fluid pouring out of her in pulses while her pussy clenched so hard it almost pushed him out. He held her hips in place and kept going, and the shaking only got worse as another climax slammed into her, leaving her face-down and trembling like she’d been shocked.

When he finally rolled her onto her side and lifted her top leg, she was already making small, continuous sounds. His cock slid deep again. His fingers stayed on her clit. The orgasm that took her this time made her whole body quake—long, uncontrolled tremors that ran from her core all the way down to her calves. She came so hard her voice cracked, then kept coming in smaller, stuttering waves while he fucked her through it, until she was limp and twitching and soaked.

Manny slowed, still buried inside her, and brushed damp hair out of her face.

Cheri was still shaking—little aftershocks rippling through her thighs and stomach. She turned her head just enough to look at him, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she whispered, voice ruined. “Just… stay. I can’t stop trembling.”

He stayed.