"Wait here," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.
She turned and crossed to the closet, her fingers finding the tripod in the dark, the familiar weight of it in her hands grounding her somehow. She carried it to the foot of the bed, her movements mechanical, her mind still spinning. The tripod's legs telescoped out with a soft click, and she set it on the carpet, adjusting the height until it was level with the mattress.
Her phone was still on the dresser, the screen glowing with Terry's last text. She picked it up, her thumb hovering over the screen for a moment.
She turned to johnny and aaid" take your shirt off".
"Whoa, moving kind of fast don't you think" johny said with a smirk she could hear in the dinnly lit room
"Shut up" she said through a laugh as she knelt beside him on the bed, pulling his hoodie off over his head. She planted a soft kiss on him, then another, and through that kiss she whispered to him.
"I want Terry to see this, you ok with that? "
"Weird, but I'll try it out. " he replied, at this point he was so entranced, he would do anything she asked of him.
she guided him to sit up against the headboard, and, straddling him, grabbed his face with one of her hands, the other hand hit record on her phone. For about 15 seconds, she recorded herself kissing johnny, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. She hit stop on the video.
She put her phone down for a second and fully emersed herself in yhe experience, enjoying the moment, her hands explored Johnny's firm body until they setlled on the bulge in his pants. He was big, and he was so hard already. She snapped an image of her hand, gripping his hard cock around the fabric of his pants, so just the outline was visible.
Cassie then Texted Terry the video and picture with a short message "got the package you sent, i think it'll fit just right"
Terry eyes went wide when he saw the text. His heart began to pump harder in his chest, and that familiar feeling came across his body, nervous excitment.
He texted back instantly, " ooo show me when you try it on"
She Read the message and didn't know what to say, she knew Terrybwas Buzzing right now, all Alone in his hotel room across the country.
johnny laughed to himself as he saw her texting him, taking this time to catch his breath.
she slid it into the mount, twisting the knob until it held firm. She angled it down, checking the view on the dark screen — the bed, the pillows, the Television's low glow on the sheets. She adjusted it once, twice, then stepped back to look at it.
"you do this often?" Johnny asked, his voice stil trembling a little, a mix if nervousness and adrenaline.
Cassie's cheeks flushed again. "Nope" She turned back to the tripod, adjusting the angle one more time, her fingers fumbling with the knob.
Then she turned to Johnny, the distance between them suddenly feeling like a chasm. His eyes met hers, sharp and blue in the low light, and she could see the question in them — *are we really doing this?*
She tected Terry one last time "Text you in a bit"-with a kissy face-, pulled up the camera , hit the record button, checked the angle one last time, watching the seconds start to tick up 00:01, 00-02, 00:03. she watched Johnny look at her through the phone screen for a second or 2, her heart sinking into her chest a little. She couldnt believe this was happening.
She walked back over to sit next to johnny. Her phone buzzed with a response from Terry, she was going to make him wait..
Johnnys skin was warm, his hair soft between her fingers. She tilted her face up to his, and he met her halfway, his lips brushing hers — a question, a test. She answered by pulling him closer, her mouth opening against his, and the kiss deepened, his tongue finding hers in a slow, deliberate slide.
For a moment, the world fell away. The TV, the lamp, the phone on the tripod — all of it dissolved into the heat of his mouth, the press of his body against hers. His hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel him through his sweatpants — the growing weight of him, the promise of what was coming.
"Just a teaser for now," she murmured, more to herself than to him. She pressed her body against his, looking back at the Camera, like Terry was in the room with her. She pressed herself against his hard bulge, and moved back and forth slowly on it, imagining what it would taste like, imagining what it woukd feel like inside her.
Cassie's breath caught. She could picture him — Terry, sprawled on a hotel bed somewhere, his phone in his hand, that knowing smirk on his face. He was watching. He was *always* watching.
Her hand drifted down, finding the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, her fingers tracing the outline of him through the soft fabric. He let out a low, shaky breath, his eyes darkening.
She looked up at him, then at the red light on the phone, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Let's give him something worth watching."
His answer was a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her down against him. She could feel every inch of him through the layers of fabric — the hard length of him pressing against the damp heat between her thighs — and she gasped, her hips rocking forward instinctively.
"That's a yes," she breathed, and she kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against his as her hands found the hem of her tank top.
She pulled it over her head, the fabric whispering against her skin, and tossed it aside. The cool air hit her bare shoulders, her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, and Johnny's breath caught, his eyes roaming over her like he was memorizing every inch.
"Jesus," he murmured, his voice rough.
Cassie's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. Johnny's hands came up immediately, his palms warm against her skin, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
She shivered, a soft sound escaping her lips, as she sat up straight, looking wt the celing, his mouth finding her chest, his tongue tracing a slow circle around one nipple before drawing it into his mouth. She gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him there as he suckled, the sensation shooting straight down to the ache between her thighs.
Her sleep shorts were next, Johnny pulled them down over her hips, not letting go until she gave in, she positioned her knees between his legs and pued them off the rest of the way.
her ass pointed towards the camera, she stuck it up
In the air as her mouth worked its way down his soft body. She pulled at his sweatpants while kissing his stomach, his hips , the tops of his legs. She let the camera see his big cock spring out as the pants cleared it, and she let out a soft moan. She pulled his pants off as he readjusted, anxiosuly awaiting what happened next.
She slowly worked her way over from his thighs, finding the base of his thick shaft with her mouth. She kissed it gently. Then she looked at the camera while she kissed uo the shaft, finally working the big tip into her mouth, gripping his balls with her other hand, johnny let out a moan of pleasure as he entered her.
Cassie enjoyed showing off for a fee minutes as she enjoyed every inch of Johnnys dick in her mouth. She traced every vein with her tongue, and she made sure to get it really wet. She wanted him inside her so bad.
Cassie's breath hitched. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the way her body was responding to him without her permission.
She climbed on top of him, making sure the camera could see everything, she smothered johnnys face with her large breasts, johnny holding her tightly to him, with a hand she guided his cock her entrance.
she was so wet, his huge shaft slid right in, she adjusted to his size, having to take a few short breaks before she got used to it, then fknally settled down fully onto, a jolt lf electricity shooting through her body.
She moved her hips back and forth on him as he grabbed her face, kissing her deeply. She was so turned on, and she was close already.
She pressed hard into him as a the feeling began to soread through her body, that familiar swelling in her stomach, he was so deep, and hitting every part of her.
The feeling intensified quickly, and before she knew it she broke over the edge, her body convulsing im sweet pleasure, she screamed as she came on him, her mouth never leaving his.
johnny waited until she was completely done, and he flipped her on her stomach.
She turned to him and said "grab the phone".
he did, and he recorded her slowly bringing her ass up in the air, presenting herself to him like he was Terry.
"Terry", she said , still put of breath and trembling, "johnnys going to fuck me good for you, I'm your little slut, i'll do whatever you say"
Johnny grabbed her hips, and recorded himself fucking Terrys wife from behind. He was strong; and he hard cock slid in and put of her as she screamed in pleasure. Tnat familiar sound of hips smacking together filled the air, complimenting the sound of his cock slshing around in her wet pussy.
A few minutes in and cassie could tell johnny was close, she pressed back into and through her moaning
" Terry, hes going to cum inside me, fuck , cum in me Johnny"
Johnny gasped, his body convulsed as he unloaded his hot cum inside Her. He gripped her hips so tight it hurt her, but she liked it. He slammed into her a few more times as he screamed in pleasure, trying tk catch his breath and she tightened her grip, moaning as he released in her.
"Baby it feels so good" she said as he pummeled her pussy.
he made sure the camera saw as he pulled his cock out of her slowly, hearing as she gasped as his thick head left her entrance, and kept the camera pointed at her ass as Johnny spread his wifes cheeks to make sure Terry saw his cum, leaking out of her hot used pussy, running down her leg.