Chapter 34 LET'S PRACTICE PORN 2
LET'S PRACTICE PORN 2
ROSIE
I couldn’t believe I was actually on my knees in front of Jerry, my neighbor, my secret fantasy for months, with a camera recording everything. My lips stretched around his thick cock, sucking him deeper and deeper, my hand wrapped around the base while my other palm rolled his balls gently.
God, he tasted salty, warm, musky—so male. I moaned around him, loving how heavy and alive he felt against my tongue. Every time I pulled back, his tip smeared slickness over my lips, and he groaned low, gripping a fistful of my hair, guiding my rhythm. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to forget this was supposed to be “practice” and ruin me.
His thighs tightened, his cock twitching, and I knew he was close. But just when I thought he’d let me swallow him, Jerry tugged me off his cock with a wet pop, his breathing ragged. His hand was still in my hair as he smirked down at me.
“Get on the bed, Rosie. Spread those thighs for me.”
My body obeyed before my mind could even process. I crawled back, lying across my bed, the sheets already sticking to my sweaty skin. The camera above was aimed right between my legs, capturing the way I pulled my knees wide apart, baring my dripping pussy to him. My heart hammered—I was exposing myself in every sense.
Jerry’s eyes darkened as he climbed over me, the weight of his body pressing me down. He kissed me hard, devouring my mouth, his tongue sliding in, stealing my breath. I could feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance, and I whimpered into his kiss.
“You sure about this, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips, his voice rough.
“Get inside me. Now,” I begged, desperate.
The urgency in my voice made him growl, and before I could take another breath, he slammed into me in one hard thrust.
“Ahhh—fuck!” I cried out, clutching at his shoulders as my whole body jolted. His cock was thick, stretching me so wide I swore I might break. My breasts bounced from the impact, my pussy burning with pain and pleasure all at once.
I had planned to “act” turned on for the camera. But there was no acting now. The raw, overwhelming fullness was real, and my moans weren’t fake.
Jerry braced himself above me, his eyes locked on mine, before pulling back and driving into me again—slow, deep, deliberate. Each thrust shoved me further up the bed, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall.
“Oh god, Jerry… you’re so deep,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist, dragging him closer.
He groaned, biting down on my shoulder as he picked up the pace. His cock slammed into me harder, the sound of wet, messy thrusts filling the room. The camera on the side was catching everything—his cock splitting me open, my pussy swallowing him greedily, my face twisted in pleasure.
I couldn’t stop moaning. My body was trembling, chasing more, needing more.
“Look at you,” Jerry growled against my ear, his thumb finding my clit and circling it roughly. “All this just for me. You were waiting to get fucked like this, weren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, Jerry! Don’t stop!” I sobbed, rocking my hips against him, desperate for release.
The stimulation was too much—his thick cock pounding into me, his thumb grinding on my clit, his dirty words flooding my head. My orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
“Jerryyyy!” I screamed, clenching down around him, my pussy spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My nails dug into his back, leaving red marks down his skin.
He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck—Rosie—I’m gonna—”
Before I could beg him not to pull out, he shoved in hard and stayed there, groaning into my neck as he exploded inside me. Hot, thick spurts of cum filled me, leaking out around his cock, dripping down onto the sheets.
I lay there shaking, pinned beneath him, still pulsing with aftershocks. His weight pressed me into the mattress, grounding me. I could feel his cum trickling out of me, and the cameras were capturing every single messy, intimate detail.
Jerry finally pulled out, both of us panting hard. He kissed my lips softly before getting up to clean himself in the bathroom.
I stayed sprawled on the bed, sweaty, used, utterly satisfied. My body still trembled, my pussy throbbing, my thighs sticky with his release. And the cameras had caught everything—the desperate blowjob, the hard fucking, the climax that left me ruined.
As I lay there with the red light still blinking from the ceiling camera, one thought burned in my head: if I coul
d fuck like that on film, I could handle anything.