i totally forgot he was coming…

was in the middle of filming, camera rolling, soaked in red lingerie… matching set, tiny thong, tits out—feeling myself so hard.

pussy already creamy from teasing.

then the doorbell rang.

and my stomach dropped.

fuck. the wifi guy.

i needed the internet back, but i was literally standing there in see-thru lace, tits perky, lip gloss smeared.

i tried to throw on a robe but he was already looking.

already hard.

he said he’d be quick.

but the second he bent behind the couch, i caught his eyes on my ass… and i swear i froze. thighs squeezing, pussy throbbing… i couldn’t even pretend anymore.

i just whispered, “you can keep going… i don’t mind if you watch.”

he didn’t just watch.

he dropped his tools. grabbed my face.

pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock down my throat.

rough. sloppy. grabbing me by the throat while i moaned with spit dribbling down my chin.

he bent me over the bed and fucked me stupid.

harder than anyone has in months.

my moans were so loud, the camera kept picking them up. he made me cum with his fingers still tangled in the lace.

and when he pulled out and came all over my face… i didn’t flinch. just opened my mouth and let it drip.

wifi’s working now.

but i think i’m gonna break it again next week...