Looking Down While I Stroke My Huge Dong

Cheri had been thinking about the angle.

Not just the cock. The act of looking down at it—the way the view itself felt personal, almost private, like the person watching was the one standing there with their own hand wrapped around something that big. She wanted the camera to sit in that exact perspective.

She told him while she was already on her knees one night, his soft cock resting heavy against her cheek.

“Looking down while I stroke my huge dong,” she said. “That’s the title. Straight down the chest. Like it’s theirs. Like they’re the ones doing it.”

Manny looked down at her. “POV again.”

“POV with better intent,” she said, and gave the head a slow lick. “I want them to feel like they’re looking down at their own.”

That evening she set the camera high and angled it steeply downward so the frame started at his lower stomach and ended just past his cock. Soft lighting. No face. Nothing to break the illusion. She stripped completely and stood naked behind the camera, two fingers already moving between her legs while she checked the monitor. Manny stood where she told him, soft thick cock hanging heavy in the center of the downward shot.

Her voice came through the mic low, calm, and intimate.

“Look down. That’s your cock. Soft right now. Heavy. Thick. You’re going to watch yourself stroke it. Don’t look away.”

Manny kept his eyes on her body just out of frame. Cheri’s fingers circled her clit as she spoke.

“Feel the weight of it already. The way it hangs. Keep looking down.”

She paused the recording.

The second the light went off she stepped in, dropped to her knees, and took him into her mouth. She sucked him wet and thorough, working him with both hands until he was fully hard and shining. Then she wiped her lips and returned behind the camera, thighs already slick.

She hit record again.

“Look down,” she murmured. “Hard now. Thick. Veiny. That’s your huge dong. Wrap your hand around it. Start stroking.”

On camera, Manny’s hand entered the top of the frame and closed around the thick shaft. He began stroking with long, steady pulls. The downward angle made it look exactly like someone looking down at themselves. Cheri’s voice stayed low and close.

“Feel it in your hand. The heat. The thickness. The way the skin moves under your palm. Keep looking down. Keep stroking.”

She paused again. This time she stepped in just long enough to grind her soaked pussy along the underside of his cock while he continued stroking, leaving him wet and shiny, before returning behind the camera.

Record.

“Faster,” she said, voice tighter. “Look down at it. Watch your hand work that thick shaft. Watch the head flare and leak. Feel how heavy it is. Keep stroking like it’s yours.”

Manny’s strokes grew longer and firmer. The thick cock glistened. Cheri’s fingers worked deeper between her legs.

“Keep looking down. Don’t look up. This is your huge dong. Stroke it. Feel it. Own it.”

She paused one last time, long enough to sink down onto him in one wet slide and ride him for several deep thrusts while the camera still caught the base of his cock disappearing inside her, then lifted off and returned behind the camera dripping.

“Last stretch,” she said, voice rough. “Look down. Stroke it. Make it cum like it’s yours.”

She let the camera run while Manny stroked with heavy, deliberate pulls until her own thighs were shaking. Then she stopped the recording.

The second the light went off she was on him.

Manny sat up, grabbed her under the ass, and stood, lifting her against him. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist as he lowered her onto his cock. He thrust up into her in deep, powerful strokes, hands gripping her ass, their mouths finding each other in a heated, open kiss. Each upward snap of his hips forced a wet sound from between her legs. Cheri came hard in his arms, a heavy spray of fluid gushing out around his cock, her moan spilling directly into his mouth. He kept thrusting through it, kissing her through it, and another climax followed while he still held her, more wetness spilling between them as she clung to him.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down without pulling out, staying close, still kissing her. His thrusts turned deep and rolling, slower now but heavier, every stroke deliberate. Cheri’s hands cupped the back of his neck as her body arched; her orgasm rolled through her in a long, shuddering wave, pussy fluttering and spilling around him while she moaned against his lips. He kept the same deep rhythm and she came again, wetter, her legs trembling against his sides as she kept kissing him through it.

He rolled them so she was on top without breaking the kiss. Cheri rode him with slow, grinding circles, taking him to the base on every downward push, her hands braced on his chest. She came while leaning down into another deep kiss, moaning into his mouth as her pussy clenched and released in pulsing waves. Another climax followed while she was still grinding, her whole body shaking against him.

Manny flipped her onto her back again, hooked one of her legs over his arm, and drove into her with long, passionate strokes, forehead pressed to hers. One hand slid between them to rub her clit. Cheri came hard, thighs trembling, fluid running down onto the sheets, her voice breaking into soft, continuous whimpers against his mouth. He kept thrusting and rubbing and she came again, deeper, holding him tightly as the pleasure rolled through her.

When he finally slowed, still buried deep inside her, Cheri didn’t let him go. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss—soft at first, then deeper, full of the heat that was still running through both of them. She kept kissing him like that, unhurried and open, while her body stayed wrapped around him.

After a long moment she pulled back just enough to speak against his lips, voice quiet, warm, and a little wrecked.

“I love looking down at it while you stroke,” she whispered. “But I love this more… feeling every inch of it inside me while I get to keep you.”

She kissed him again, slower, and held him there, making no move to let him pull away.