"God," I groaned helplessly, and feeling emboldened, I reached out and fumbled in the sheets until my hand closed over the phone. Holding it in one hand, I aimed the camera at him, at my cock disappearing down his throat. My aim was poor, especially when he guided my hand to the back of his head, the camera wobbling until I managed to prop it against my chest.

"Fuck," I said disbelievingly, fingers gripping his hair as I started to roll my hips. Tentative, at first. Soon, less so.