**ALEX’S POV**
Lilith kept riding me with her back turned, giving the camera exactly what I wanted.
Every rise and fall of her hips made her perky ass bounce and jiggle.
The wet, filthy sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room.
I kept the phone steady, framing the stretch of her cunt around me and the rhythmic slap of her cheeks against my thighs.
“*Mmh~ you like that view, baby?*” she purred over her shoulder, voice pure filth.
“Watching your slut’s ass bounce on your cock while you record it?”
“Yeah,” I growled.
“Keep going.
Deeper.”
She obeyed, dropping harder, taking me to the base with every stroke.
Her hands braced on my thighs for leverage.
The camera caught the way her ass cheeks spread slightly each time she sank down, the shiny wetness coating my shaft, the soft jiggle that followed every impact.
“*Fuck—yes—*” she moaned, louder now.
“Record every second… I want you to watch this later and remember how well your toy takes it—”
I reached around with my free hand and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a pink mark.
She cried out and clenched around me.
“Again,” she begged.
“Mark it while you film.”
I gave her two more sharp spanks, the camera capturing the way her flesh bounced and reddened under my palm.
Lilith’s rhythm turned frantic.
She was close again already, her moans turning into high, broken whimpers.
“Can I come on your cock while you record me, baby?”
“Do it.
Come for the camera like a good little slut.”
Lilith slammed down hard and shattered with a loud, shaky cry.
Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around me in strong waves, juices running down onto my balls while the phone recorded every tremor of her orgasm.
She kept bouncing weakly through it, overstimulated and moaning, until her arms started to shake.
I dropped the phone onto the pillow (still recording) and grabbed both of her hips.
“Not done yet.”
I thrust up hard from below, pounding into her while she was still coming down.
The new force punched fresh cries out of her throat.
Her ass jiggled violently with every impact.
I kept the angle perfect for the camera that was still pointed at us from the pillow.
“*F-Fuck—too much—*” she sobbed, but her hips never stopped meeting mine.
“Don’t stop—use your slut—fill me—”
I fucked her harder, chasing my own release.
The wet slap of skin, her broken moans, and the knowledge that the camera was still capturing every filthy second pushed me over the edge fast.
“I’m coming,” I warned through gritted teeth.
“*Inside—*” she gasped.
“Come inside your toy—please—”
Lilith moaned at the feeling, still grinding weakly to milk every drop while the camera recorded the exact moment I filled her.
We stayed locked together for long seconds afterward, both breathing hard.
Sweat cooled on our skin.
The red recording light on the phone kept blinking from the pillow.
Lilith eventually looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, hair messy, a tired but satisfied smirk on her lips.
“You got all that?”
I reached over, stopped the recording, and set the phone on the nightstand.
“Every second.”
She slowly lifted off me, cum already starting to leak down her thighs, and collapsed onto the bed beside me.
For a moment neither of us spoke.
The morning light had shifted higher across the room.
The ordinary day was fully underway outside, and neither of us had moved to meet it.
Lilith turned her head on the pillow and looked at me.
The filthy edge softened into something quieter, the same softness that had appeared during the earlier conversation.
“…Still just roommates who fuck?” she asked, voice hoarse.
I brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek.
“I don’t think that label fits anymore.”
She didn’t argue.
She just scooted closer, rested her head on my chest, and let out a long, content breath.
The phone on the nightstand held another video for the private collection.
The apartment was quiet.
And whatever we were becoming now, it was no longer something either of us was trying to hide.