João pumped his fingers in and out, his cold and callous gaze focused on me, lips turned up in one of his signature asshole smirks. I bit my lip to muffle a moan and pressed my thighs together, a rush of heat warming my p***y.
With his fingers still massaging my G-spot, he pulled his phone from his back pocket, flipped on his camera, and handed it to me. “Record yourself getting finger-f****d, Imani. We’re not stopping until your p***y is drooling all over us today.”
I grabbed the phone in a shaky hand and held the camera toward my flipped-up skirt. João’s fingers pumped in and out of me, the base of his palm pounding against my c**t over and over again, sending me higher.
My legs shook gently, and I whimpered, desperate to hold the camera still.
While I hated the thought of f*****g in
