Chapter 4Tessa’s pov He fucked me from behind on the couch with the camera set low enough to catch my back and my face whenever he turned my head toward the lens. His cock stayed buried in my stretched cunt from the last position, raw and wet, and he gathered my hair in his fist so he could pull my face into frame every time chat tipped.“Ask for it louder,” Nash said, hips slapping my ass, dick stretching me on every stroke. “For the people who just tipped. Say you want this cock.”“I want this cock,” I said, and he yanked my hair so the camera got my open mouth. “Fuck me harder. I want this cock. Please—”“Louder. They paid. Use the words.”“I want you to fuck this dripping cunt,” I said, louder, because his fist in my hair made me look at the lens while he drove in. “Nash, fuck me. Don’t stop. My pussy is soaked around your dick.”I started pushing back on my own. I couldn’t help it. Every time he pulled almost out I shoved my ass back so his cock stretched me full again, wet sl
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