The red light flashed on the compact video camera as Elena turned it on record, positioning it on the bedside table pointing at the two of you. “Do you always record yourself in bed?” You asked curiously, lying next to her.
“Only when I have company” she teased, rolling back to give you a passionate kiss. When she saw your raised eyebrow, she laughed. “I making sure the camera is working, and you just happen to be the perfect model” she said, removing the nightgown from her naked body so she could join you under the covers.
As you embraced the sexy journalist, she crawled on top of you sliding herself onto your cock. You put your hands on her hips, running your fingers up her back as she began bouncing in a gentle rhythm. “And you just thought you’d record me whilst I’m making love to you?” You queried, kissing her along her jaw while she sighed. “I’m not the first subject of your porn collection, am I?”
She giggled, glancing over to the DVD collection hidden on her bookshelf. She didn’t say anything as the rocked her hips, moaning at how delightfully your cock felt inside her pussy. It was certainly one of the more enjoyable cocks she experienced.
After a few minutes of joyful rocking, you pull your eyes away from her hypnotic breasts to ask her “so where are you off to tomorrow?” You’d noticed the plane tickets on her table when she brought you inside earlier, despite the distracting nature of her undressing you in a hurry. “Anywhere nice? Maybe I could come.”
“Hm, tempting” she replied, stroking your chest. “Unfortunately, it’s work. I had to meet this guy who thinks he’s found the location of Sir Francis Drake’s grave. It’ll be a big moment for my career if he’s right. Though I hear the guys a bit of a cowboy.”
“I’m sure you can handle him” you smile. “When do you leave?”
“Not till morning.”
“Good” you grin, sit up to capture her lips with your own as she rides you all the way to a delicate orgasm. “Then I get you to myself tonight” you whisper, pulling her onto the mattress and throwing the covers aside. If you were going to join Elena’s porn collection, you might as well make sure the camera gets to see everything you have to offer.
The red light flashed on the compact video camera as Elena turned it on record, positioning it on the bedside table pointing at the two of you. “Do you always record yourself in bed?” You asked curiously, lying next to her.
“Only when I have company” she teased, rolling back to give you a passionate kiss. When she saw your raised eyebrow, she laughed. “I making sure the camera is working, and you just happen to be the perfect model” she said, removing the nightgown from her naked body so she could join you under the covers.
As you embraced the sexy journalist, she crawled on top of you sliding herself in between your thighs. You put your hands on her hips, running your fingers up her back as she began grinding in a gentle rhythm. “And you just thought you’d record me whilst I’m making love to you?” You queried, kissing her along her jaw while she sighed. “I’m not the first subject of your porn collection, am I?”
She giggled, glancing over to the DVD collection hidden on her bookshelf. She didn’t say anything as she rocked her hips, moaning at how delightfully your clit felt against her pussy. It was certainly one of the more enjoyable cunts she had pleasured.
After a few minutes of joyful rocking, you pull your eyes away from her hypnotic breasts to ask her “so where are you off to tomorrow?” You’d noticed the plane tickets on her table when she brought you inside earlier, despite the distracting nature of her undressing you in a hurry. “Anywhere nice? Maybe I could come.”
“Hm, tempting” she replied, stroking your breasts and circling your nipples with her fingers. “Unfortunately, it’s work. I have to meet this guy who thinks he’s found the location of Sir Francis Drake’s grave. It’ll be a big moment for my career if he’s right. Though I hear the guys a bit of a cowboy.”
“I’m sure you can handle him” you smile. “When do you leave?”
“Not till morning.”
“Good” you grin, sitting up to capture her lips with your own as you ride each other all the way to a shuddering orgasm. “Then I get you to myself tonight” you whisper, pulling her onto the mattress and throwing the covers aside. If you were going to join Elena’s porn collection, you might as well make sure the camera gets to see everything you have to offer.
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