She hit record on the phone propped on the nightstand and turned to face him naked, already wet from the idea of it. "You want this on film? Fine. Get your cock out and fuck me like you mean it."
He didn't waste time with sweet talk. He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed so her ass faced the camera. The red light blinked steady. He spit on his hand, rubbed it over the head of his dick, and shoved inside her in one hard thrust. She grunted, loud and filthy, exactly how she knew the mic would pick it up.
"Fuck, that's deep," she said, voice raw. She pushed back against him, taking every inch while the phone captured the wet slap of skin on skin. He reached around and rubbed her clit in quick circles, no teasing, just direct pressure that made her legs shake. "Harder. Don't slow down for the camera."
He pounded into her, balls slapping her ass, sweat already slicking his chest. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider so the lens could see his cock stretching her open. "Look at that," she moaned. "Tell me you're gonna watch this later and jerk off to how I take it."
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and climbed over her face. She opened her mouth and sucked him clean, tasting herself on him, gagging when he pushed too far but not pulling away. Spit ran down her chin. He held her head and fucked her throat in short thrusts while she fingered herself, two fingers pumping fast.
When he pulled back she gasped, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. "My turn," she said. She pushed him down and straddled his face, grinding her pussy on his tongue while she leaned forward to suck him again. The phone kept rolling, catching every sloppy sound. She came first, thighs clamping his head, juices coating his mouth. She didn't stop moving until the orgasm rolled through her in waves.
She swung around, sank down on his cock again, and rode him hard, tits bouncing. "Tell the camera what you're doing to me," she demanded.
"I'm balls-deep in your cunt and you're loving every second," he growled. He slapped her ass, left a red handprint, and she moaned louder for it. She leaned down so her nipples brushed his chest and kissed him messy, all teeth and tongue. "Come inside me," she said against his mouth. "Fill me up while that thing records it."
He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her until he emptied, hot pulses she could feel. She stayed seated on him, letting it leak out around his softening dick, then reached down and scooped some onto her fingers to show the camera. "See what you did?"
They left the phone running while they caught their breath. She climbed off, spread her legs toward the lens, and let the cum drip out slow and thick. He watched her play with it, rubbing it over her clit until she came again, smaller and sharper this time.
Later they lay side by side, sweaty and spent. She reached over and stopped the recording. "We watching it now or saving it for later?"
He grinned, already half-hard again. "Both."
She hit play. The screen lit up with the exact moment he first pushed inside her. They watched in silence for a minute, listening to their own raw sounds, then she reached for him again. The second round was slower but no less dirty, and the phone stayed on the nightstand, ready for another take.
