**ALEX’S POV**
Thirty minutes later the careful month of distance was already ash.
Lilith was on top of me, completely naked, riding my cock with deep, rolling hips.
Her head was thrown back, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, full breasts bouncing with every downward grind.
My hands were locked on them for support, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh while she moaned loud enough that the thin apartment walls did nothing to hide it.
The sounds she made were shameless—wet, slutty, broken little noises that spilled out of her every time she sank all the way down.
The bed creaked under us.
Sweat already slicked both our bodies.
The air smelled like sex and her skin.
She kept moving, never slowing, and then reached sideways without stopping.
Her fingers closed around my phone on the nightstand.
She pressed it into my hand, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes dark.
“*Record it.*”
Her voice was rough with arousal and absolute.
No hesitation.
I looked up at her, still buried deep inside her, still feeling every clench of her pussy around me.
“You sure?”
Lilith’s smirk turned dangerous.
She leaned down, nails digging into my chest just enough to sting, and kept rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles.
“*Yes*, I’m sure.” Her mouth brushed my ear.
“Unless you’re too scared~?”
“Not scared,” I said.
“Just wanted to respect your choice.”
I kissed her hard while my thumb unlocked the phone and started recording.
The camera light went red.
I angled it so the frame caught everything—her flushed face, the full bounce of her tits, the wet stretch of her pussy taking my cock over and over.
“Come on, baby.”
Lilith melted into the kiss for a second, then pulled back, eyes locked on the lens.
Her voice dropped into a husky, obedient purr.
“Give me all you’ve got…”
She was completely open for the camera now—back slightly arched, tits thrust forward, pussy sliding up and down my shaft in deliberate strokes.
The emotional weight of what we were doing sat right under the heat: one month of careful roommate silence, one agreement we had both tried to keep, and now this.
Deliberately breaking it again, on camera, with no intention of stopping.
I squeezed one of her breasts hard while keeping the phone steady with the other hand.
“Give Daddy a good show.”
She arched harder, pressing into my palm, and nodded.
“*Yes, Daddy… I’ll give you a show…*”
Her hips rolled in slow, exaggerated circles, every movement aimed at the lens.
She looked straight into the camera as she spoke, voice ragged.
“*Fuck*—yes… just like that!
Watch me take it all~”
She leaned forward, hair falling around her face, and kept riding with practiced, filthy grace.
“You like watching me like this… don’t you?
Showing you how good I can be?
How *well-behaved* I am for you…?”
“Yes.” My voice was rough.
“Now show me your sexy ass moves on my cock.”
Lilith’s smirk turned filthy.
She shifted the angle, rising higher and dropping down harder so the camera caught the full wet glide of my cock disappearing into her, the soft clap of her ass against my thighs, the way her cheeks jiggled with every impact.
“*Mmm*—this what you wanted?
Watching me ride you like a dirty little *slut~?*”
“Yes, baby.
My slut.”
She moaned sharply at the word and obeyed, grinding down with reckless abandon, nails digging into my skin.
“*Yesss*—your slut… your *fucking slut~!*”
I kept the phone steady, capturing every desperate roll of her hips, every bounce of her full tits, the shiny stretch of her pussy lips around me.
“I’ll keep them in my private collection, baby.
Just for me.
No one else.”
Lilith’s rhythm stuttered for a second.
Something dark and possessive flashed in her eyes.
She leaned down, bit my earlobe, and whispered:
“…Then I’ll make sure to ruin you in every single one~”
She sat back up and looked straight into the camera again, voice pure filth.
“*Only for you… No one else gets to see how I submit to you~*”
She leaned closer to the lens, still bouncing on my cock.
The words were filthy, but the way she said them carried the same quiet weight from the kitchen thirty minutes earlier—the admission that the month of restraint had been a shared failure, that both of us had been waiting for someone to break first.
She let out another low moan, neck exposed to the camera.
“*God*, you’re so damn good… No one else gets me like this—makes me lose myself so completely.
I’m *all* yours, baby… forever.”
I shifted the phone slightly and moved the hand that had been on her breast down between us, fingers finding her swollen clit while she continued to ride.
“You like being my toy, huh?”
Lilith’s head fell back with a sharp gasp.
Her hips stuttered, then found a new, deeper rhythm.
“*Mmh—yess…*”
She looked at the camera again, completely shameless.
“*I love being your toy…*”
I kept rubbing tight circles over her clit, the camera still rolling, her juices coating my fingers and the base of my cock.
“You like being seen too, don’t you?”
Her eyes flicked to the lens, expression pure abandon.
“*Yes… so much…*”
She was past any remaining filter now—completely open for the recording, for me, for the fact that we had both chosen to burn the careful agreement we’d spent a month protecting.
I rubbed her clit harder.
“What if I keep rubbing that cunt of yours—will you let me, baby?”
Lilith swallowed, chest heaving, voice already breaking.
“*Yes… yes, please… I’ll do anything… anything you want…*”
“Cup those tits and ride my cock.
Tell them what you want.”
Her hands flew to her own breasts immediately, squeezing and pinching the nipples while she bounced harder.
The camera caught every filthy detail—the way her fingers sank into the soft flesh, the wet sounds of her pussy taking me, the desperate look on her face.
“*I—I want your cum… I want it all over me!
W-Want you to mark me up like the dirty little slut I am~*”
I thrust up harder to meet her, the phone still recording every bounce of her tits and every stretch of her cunt.
“Keep riding it, slut.
I will paint you on your body.”
Lilith jolted at the promise, hips turning frantic, chasing it.
“*Yesss… paint me, ruin me—fuck!
I want it everywhere~*”
She kept riding, kept performing for the camera, kept breaking the last pieces of the agreement we had both pretended could last.
And I kept the phone steady, watching her fall apart on my cock, knowing she would end with her body marked exactly the way she was begging for.