The wet warmth between my thighs was a constant reminder of my victory over Elias, but it wasn't enough. Julian needed to see exactly what he was missing. He needed to see how easily his "Ice Queen" had melted into a puddle of pure, unadulterated lust for another man.
I checked into a high-end boutique hotel under a fake name and summoned a "service provider" I'd met through the underground networks. His name was Jax-a man with a body figure built for one thing: stamina.
"I have a special request," I said, pointing to the tripod I'd set up facing the king-sized bed. "I want every drop, every sound, and every inch recorded. High definition."
Jax didn't ask questions. He stripped, revealing a dick shape that was terrifyingly thick and perfectly veined, pulsing with every heartbeat. I matched him, shedding my clothes to reveal my breasts' shape, heavy and swaying as I moved toward him. I was already pussy dripping, the slick trail glistening on my inner thighs in the harsh studio lighting.
I started the recording.
"Julian," I whispered to the lens, my voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Watch closely. This is what a real man looks like."
I dropped to my knees, giving the camera a front-row seat to the oral show. The sucking sounds were loud and wet, my throat working rhythmically over Jax's length. I used my tongue for a slow, agonizing licking and frolicking around the head of his cock, capturing the way the pre-cum beaded on his skin.
Then, I turned around, presenting my pussy shape to the camera. It was flushed a deep pink, the lips swollen and wet with a constant, heavy drip. Jax stepped up behind me, his hands kneading my glutes as he positioned himself.
The first thrust was a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the room. I let out a loud, guttural moan, my head tossing back. The camera caught everything-the way my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, the friction creating a white, foamy lather of juices.
"Harder," I commanded, my eyes locked on the red recording light.
The pace became frantic. The body figure of us joined together was a masterpiece of carnality. I felt the pressure mounting, that familiar, heavy ache in my lower belly. I arched my back, my fingers digging into the silk sheets as the squirt erupted-a violent, rhythmic spray that hit the lens of the camera, blurring the image with my own heat.
Jax didn't slow down. He gripped my waist, his own climax hitting like a freight train. He delivered a massive, messy creampie, the warm cum surging into me in thick waves. I stayed there for a moment, letting the cum overflow and trickle down my legs for the final shot.
I walked over to the camera, my skin flushed and glistening with sweat and fluids. I hit "Stop" and "Send."
Julian's phone was about to become the hottest thing in his life. And I was just getting warmed up
