POV With Scarlett Pain

We had her spread across my bed in one perfect shot, light pouring over her thighs. Scarlett leaned back on her elbows, knees wide, hips tilted just enough that her clit caught every drop of daylight. She’d already come twice and didn’t care who knew—wet folds gleaming, slick running into the sheet. My man knelt behind me, pressing me forward so his cock dragged through my ass, hot and heavy, but I kept the camera on her. She met my eyes through the lens and smiled that lazy, dirty smile, then slid two fingers in, slow and shameless, fucking herself open while he started working deeper between my cheeks. Every wet sound came through crisp and sharp. She came again with a strangled gasp that left her shaking, yet her gaze stayed locked on mine, daring me to keep filming while my own breath stuttered out of me.