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“Are you gonna keep quiet for me? Or do you want to be loud? Do you want all your sweet little moans recorded on camera?”

I don’t give her time to answer, maybe because part of me isn’t sure it’s a good idea to have her say anything. Just in case someone ever did watch this when they shouldn’t, I selfishly don’t want anyone to know it’s her.

Working the coat and dress all the way up to sit above her hips, that’s when I have to pause. Skylar holds on to my head a little tighter, keeping the camera trained on my face, and I run my tongue across the swell of her inner thigh, giving her a stern glare as I do so.

“We’ve talked about this, sweetheart.” My teeth nip her delicate flesh, and she yanks harder on my hair in response. “It looks like you’ve forgotten your panties … again.”

A soft little noise gusts past her lips, like she’s as relieved as I am we’ve somehow found a way to be in this position once more.

This time, my girl is completely bare.

Garters hold her tights up, hooked to a belt around her waist, and holy fuck, I swear my heart nearly stops at how sexy this girl is. Her hips shift as my mouth roams closer and closer. The whole time, I’m keeping my eyes fixed on her. Looking straight into that camera lens because I don’t know if she’ll ever keep a copy of this video for herself, but goddamn, do I want her to know exactly how obsessed I am with every little thing.

“Look at your pretty little cunt. Already dripping wet, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Above me, she angles the camera so that her pussy and my mouth is the main show. My hands come up to push her thighs wide, and using each thumb, I part her. It’s lewd and filthy, and she’s entirely goddamn gorgeous. Swollen and slick, ready to be devoured.

“You know what would happen if I had you to myself all night? I’d lick this pretty little cunt until you begged me to stop. I’d have you shaking and soaking my face and telling me you couldn’t take any more, but we’d both know that’s a lie. Because you want this all day and all night long, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I’m not interested in waiting for a reply; my mouth fastens down on her clit, and Skylar bucks as my tongue slides over her. She makes the most gorgeous noises above me, keeping the camera fixed on where I’m lapping and sucking and working her hard. We don’t have the luxury of time, and I need at least a couple of orgasms out of her.

If this is the last moment, truly the last, then I need to taste her falling apart on my tongue.

Which doesn’t take long.

Skylar is a goddamn dream, shaking and whimpering as I feel her get close to the edge. Sucking down on her clit, my girl dissolves. Her fingers pull on my hair so hard it stings, but I couldn’t care less.

Pushing to my feet, my cock is a steel bar, ready to shove into the tight, velvety heat of her.

“This is how perfect you are. The reason I could get lost between your thighs all fucking night long.” With one hand, I wrap hers and guide the camera up to make sure she captures this moment. Kissing her, sliding our tongues together, and letting her taste herself there.

Skylar moans into my mouth, her fingers clutching the front of my jacket to steady herself.

In the distance, there’s a whole lot of noise that floats on the night air from up at the house.

A countdown.

“Goddamn, I need you wrapped around me, right fucking now.” Nipping her bottom lip, I angle her hand to make sure she films what comes next.

Freeing my straining cock, I fist myself and give a few long strokes and eat up the way her eyes follow the glide of my fist.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” I murmur, positioning myself at her entrance and sliding forward to fit the tip just inside. She’s already dripping and messy and takes me perfectly. Stretching and welcoming me into that soft, satiny channel.

The sight of us joined like this is so hot, my balls are already tightening up. Pressure and anticipation are already winding together at the base of my spine.

“I’ll never fucking get over this. I’ll never fucking get over you.” My hips steadily work forward until I’m all the way to the hilt, and her pussy ripples around me.

Holy fuck.

Skylar whimpers louder, biting her lip as hard as she can to keep quiet, her eyes still fixed on the carnal image of where our bodies are joined. She holds the camera trained on that part of us as I withdraw right to the tip. Coated in the sheen of her arousal and glistening in the light of the camera.

“Christ. That’s so fucking sexy.” My voice is a deep rasp.

I slide forward, nearly losing it completely when she clamps down around me. She’s fighting it, already lingering close to the edge. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re filming this moment. Maybe it’s the fact we both know this is really it—the last time we can do this. Maybe it’s the fact we’ve only got minutes left before I have to somehow get her back to the house without looking like she’s just had her brains fucked out.

Whatever it is, it drags us both to the edge, real fucking fast this time around.

I pump in and out, hooking one of her legs high so I can really open her up to show the camera exactly how insanely good this moment is.