So he comes over to my place, this dark little room with just my grey couch and some pillows, and I'm already wearing this pink choker I got online—nothing else, just that and my skin. I set my phone up on the armrest to record because I want to see what I look like when I'm actually into it, not fake porn into it, you know?<br><br>We start slow, just me kneeling between his legs on the couch, taking him in my mouth. I can feel him getting harder against my tongue, and I'm making these wet sounds I can't help—sloppy, messy, real. I keep looking up at him, then at the camera, wanting to see my face. My eyes water a little when he pushes deeper, his hand on the back of my head, and drooling on my own tits, giving this dazed smile.<br><br>When he pulls me up and pushes me back on the couch, my legs are spread wide, completely exposed, and he just looks at me for a second before sliding in. I gasp—loud, embarrassingly loud—because he's thick and I'm tight and it burns so good. He starts sl
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