Let's Make a Porno

Kacy arrived early and nervous, curious about the scene. New to women, she hesitated until I laid her back and ran my hands across her skin. Her breathing changed immediately. I pushed her knees apart and pressed my mouth to her smooth, damp folds—taste sweet, thick with want. She moaned without restraint. The second my tongue flicked her clit, her hips lifted. Her cunt clenched around nothing. She was tighter than I expected, slick and pulsing, and each time I pushed two fingers inside her she squeezed them like she never wanted them gone. I licked deeper, sucking gently while she writhed and gasped. Across the room, Karla kept the camera steady, silent, capturing every eager sound Kacy made. Each time I dragged my tongue slowly, she shook like she might come apart. I slowed, dragged it out, working her open. Kacy pushed her cunt into my mouth, desperate, trembling. Every twitch from her told me she’d been holding this heat in for far too long. She begged without words—just breath, grip, need. And I answered, rubbing deeper, curling inside, tonguing the swollen bud until her thighs locked around my head and she came hard. With each quake she drenched me further, marking the second I decided I’d never let her fake it again.