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my breasts, exposing the sheer g-string thong that barely covered my swollen folds. It was real hard trying to choreograph the blow job when my body wanted him so bad. I arched my back and he suckled my nipples. First one, then the other, and eventually palming the sides of my breasts, he brought them together and paid homage to both nipples simultaneously.
    These were the moments my large breasts were made for. I loved my D size.
    “You have the most delicious tits in the world,” he breathed, tonguing the tight space between them. “I would suck on them for hours if I hadn’t seen that beautiful bare pussy of yours and now I need to taste it.”
    Moisture pooled between my thighs, and the sheer material glistened in the candle glow. I was so wet, so ready for him to see my bare pussy swollen for him, but I had to focus.
    Damn, I loved sitting on his lap. It gave him great access while I felt the complete length of his shaft against me. His erection pressed into the back of my thigh, and I moved to fit it in the center of my ass. All the time, I concentrated on keeping us in the camera’s line of sight. The secret recording made me hornier, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to it when I played it back for him.
    I lifted my butt, moved my hand under his towel, and wrapped my fingers over his cock. “I need to taste this,” I whispered.
    Groaning his approval, he shifted his hips and pulled the towel from under us. He raised my face and captured my lips with a searing kiss. The baby doll fell to the floor and his hands cupped my naked ass as his finger moved under the thin string between my cheeks.
    My body was on fire. I couldn’t think of the camera anymore. The only thing on my mind was Christian, his hard body, and the way he made my world spin.
    Reaching beneath me, he lifted me to my knees so that I straddled his thighs, and from behind, he slid his hand inside my folds. My breasts in his face and my pussy aching for more of his touch, I arched my back and pulled him closer.
    He didn’t disappoint, slipping his thumb into my channel and rubbing my clit with his finger. He suckled a nipple and scraped his teeth over it, making me cream all over his hand. I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat, but I couldn’t stop it. The climax claimed me and my head dropped back as he took me higher. The hand supporting my back tugged my hair down, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth, and he sucked harder. My body trembled and my pussy clamped tight with sheer delight. I was in ecstasy.
    This wasn’t what I had planned. I was supposed to capture his release. I was supposed to make him come on video.
    He pulled the elastic from between my ass and fit his hand against my mound. I ground into him as the final effects of my orgasm consumed my body. Accepting his support, I collapsed and I buried my face into his shoulder.
    Stroking my hair, Christian held me there till my breathing settled. His erection, still prominent between us, reminded me of my mission. Raising my head, I looked into his dazzling eyes and kissed his lips. Unfolding my sated body, I trailed my mouth over his chest, his sculpted abdomen, and then down his goody line. Taking his scrotum into my hands, I fit my mouth over his cock and ran my tongue under the ridge.
    His fingers tangled into my hair and encouraged me to continue. Eventually, my knees hit the floor, and I was snug between his legs, tasting every inch of his glorious length. Returning to the tip, I was rewarded by a solitary drop of salty-sweetness as he shifted in the chair. My eyes were closed, centering on the sense of his cock filling my mouth and reaching the back of my throat. I wanted to make him come, to taste him, to hear his animalistic groan so that I could come again myself.
    I slipped a hand between my thighs and rubbed my pulsing nub. This was decadent. Recording us like this was so fucking hot, and it was making me crazy. I rubbed my clit faster, sucked his cock deeper,