Tape.
The red light on the camcorder sitting on the chair in front of the bed, shines throughout the dimly lit room. A string of red lights adorn the wall, playing into the sultry atmosphere.
Tyler lays in the middle of the golden silk sheets, which illuminates her naked body, while Tre stands over her with his phone, capturing her in her most vulnerable and beautiful state.
"My leading lady— ladies and gentlemen." He zooms in on her face. Her giggles softly sound throughout the room, causing that million dollar smile to spread across his mahogany cheeks.
"Cut it out, babe." He chuckles and slowly drags a hand up her body, stopping at her neck and gripping it, while rubbing his thumb across her glossed lips.
"Open, babygirl." Her lips part and welcome his thumb, sucking softly. He groans and tightens his grip on her. She moans in return.
He pulls away and ends the video, sitting his phone on his nightstand. The second camera perched on top of the dresser, captures them at another angle, getting a closer glimpse of their faces.
Tyler sits up and tugs on the straps to his robe, pulling him toward her. He leans down to kiss her, helping her undo and push the article of clothing away, revealing his chiseled body. She licks her lips at the sight.
"You're so damn fine." She moves from her laying position on the bed to the plush carpet on her knees, coming in contact with his thick and long third leg.
"Yes, you are." He replies, wrapping his hand up in her hair. Her deep brown eyes stare into his as she sticks her tongue out, beginning to run it along his veiny girth.
He grunts, watching her lower her warm, wet mouth onto him. "Fuuuck..." he fixes his stance, so the camera can see everything. Tyler hums against him, causing his eyes to flutter shut.
Her bobbing picks up, causing his shaft to shine with saliva and his grip on her silky roots to tighten.
"Shit, Ty.... that mouth somethin' serious." He grumbles, before biting down on his bottom lip. Pulling away from the mess she made, a devious grin spreads across her face.
"I've been told." She bats her lashes, while he shakes his head at her, still running a hand through her hair.
"Out of all the girls I've filmed— you're the baddest. I mean that shit." A sultry giggle leaves her lips.
"Thanks, big Daddy." He leans down and captures her lips in a juicy kiss, pulling her up from the floor in the process and leading her towards the dresser, where he makes her face the camera.
"Hi, Daddy." His hand finds her throat, pulling her back against his chest. She moans at his aggressiveness.
"You're gonna be a good girl, right?"
"Yes Daddy." His heavy hand collides with her backside, causing a yelp to come from her. She places her hands on top of the flat surface.
"Spread your legs.... stay just like that." Pushing the middle of her back down, her sticky folds glisten underneath the light, making him lick his lips at the sight.
Grabbing her plump ass into his hands, Tre glides into her slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of him. Tyler's eyes gloss over with lust as she stares into the camera and bites her lip.
"Oh shit," her nails dig into the dresser, leaving small imprints behind. Tre places his chin on her shoulder and begins rocking in and out of her, giving her slow, deliberate strokes.
"Mm mm mm... pussy wet as hell." Maintaining his pace, he wraps one hand around her throat.
"You're so big, Daddy..." Tyler whispers, biting down on her lip. Gripping her hips in his rough hands, Tre picks up his pace.
"Ooouu fuck me... just like that, Daddy!" Each time they connect, he dips his hips and rubs against her sweet spot.
"Fuck," her voice quivers. "That's my spot." Tre fists her hair and pushes deeper into her, purposely gliding over it. Tyler's eyes roll back and her hand flies back to his waist.
"That's the spot, right here?" Her fingers dig into his skin, while she tries desperately to form a sentence.
"Yes— oh shit, I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum on this dick, babygirl. I ain't stoppin'." He grunts, rolling his hips into hers. Tyler's mouth drops open, letting her moans free.
"Ohh shit! Mmm— I'm cumming!" Her walls tighten around him as her first orgasm rushes through her body. Mouth still agape, she begins to throw her ass back on him.
"Shit.... work that dick." Removing his hands from her hips, Tre places a hand on her back, enforcing her arch.
"Fuuuck— it feels so good," the slapping of their skin echoes throughout the room, along with her moans. Each time they connect, she tightens her walls around him.
He grunts and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her back into his heated chest. "Ima fuck the shit outta you...." with that, he pulls away from her completely and leads her back to the bed.
"On your knees, beautiful." Assuming the position on top of the cool silk sheets, Tyler swipes her hair over her shoulder and looks back at him, watching him stroke himself.
"Ruin me... please." Putting an even deeper dip in her arch, she slithers a hand between her legs and rubs her sensitive bud.
"Please, Daddy." Tre gets behind her and slides back into her, wrapping his hand around her neck, beginning to thrust roughly into her.
Tyler's bottom lip becomes clamped between her teeth, as Tre repeatedly punctures her weak spot. Her hand flies toward his waist and gets gripped up behind her back. His strokes become rougher.
"C'mere." Her moans turn into screams.
"Why you runnin'?" He slows down and begins grinding his hips into her.
"You asked for this dick, right?"
"You better take this dick," he pushes deeper into her, making her see stars. Her moans heighten and her free hand grips the sheets underneath her.
"Take this dick." Tre repeats, slamming his hands down on her plump backside. He stares down at her cream coating his shaft, beginning to form a tiny puddle underneath them.
"Wet ass pussy.... uh! Squeeze that shit, girl." Her walls involuntarily squeeze him, as she gets closer to her second orgasm of the night.
"Right there! Right fucking there— I'm cumming!" She tries to crawl away, which only makes Tre follow her, pin her down and fuck her through her violently, pleasurable release.
"I— I hate you." Tyler whines, feeling him throb inside of her. Tre laughs and mushes his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
"That only fuels me to fuck you, until you don't." Reaching underneath her, he rubs her clit in slow circles, working her out for the third time.
Her eyes squeeze shut, feeling the delicious knot form, once again. Trapping her between his thighs, he moves slowly, rubbing against her slick walls.
"Shit," her head falls to the side, giving Tre more access to her neck. Letting go of her hand, he places it back on the bed and links his fingers with hers.
"You hate me, huh?" He taunts.
"Yes.... I fucking hate you." She whines.
"I'm hittin' that spot too good, huh? I got that pussy weepin'. She don't hate me— fuck— she said she love this dick..." jolts of pleasure rush through her, sending her closer to her final peak.
"I can't.... I c-can't." She locks her ankles, feeling the pressure build inside of her. Her nails dig into the palms of his hands.
"You close, huh?" She nods frantically, feeling him pepper sweet kisses along her sweaty neck.
"Where you want this nut, babygirl?"
"Inside me." She squeezes around his throbbing girth on purpose, causing him to jerk and bite down her neck. He speeds up and sends her to one final and abrupt peak, sending her body into spasm mode.
"Shit...." a couple thrusts through her tight grip and he bursts right inside of her, filling her up with his warmth. His head lolls back.
"God dammit, you're my favorite."
