“I. fucking. hate. you,” Terri groaned at me as she tried to regain her composure.
“No, you don’t,” I said, leaning down and kissing her.
She twisted against me and I gasped as she took my cock in her hand, raising it above my skirt. She stroked it for the camera again and again as we kissed.
I could sense Remmi somewhere close, getting candid shots of the two of us, but I kept my eyes closed, staying in the moment with Terri.
Terri was already spun up again. She’d recovered in record time, and her lust was just as strong, if not stronger than it had been before.
The next thing I knew, Terri’s head was under my skirt and bobbing up and down on my cock. Terri’s moist lips and hot mouth had me shaking only a few moments later.
Remmi had the camera under my skirt and filmed as Terri’s lips slid up and down my shaft.
I thought Terri was going to stop and climb on top of me. Instead, she sped up, and I found myself in her throat, her lips wrapped around the base of my cock.
I groaned, arching my back as my best friend started making lewd slurping noises under my skirt. That broke the proverbial camel’s back as my cum raced up my shaft and leaped into her mouth.
When I watched the replay later, just as I started to cum, she’d pulled her lips from my cock. Keeping her lips just far enough apart so as not to block my cum, she carefully stroked each spurt of my cum into her mouth. The camera caught it all, up close and personal, in glorious 4K.
I collapsed back onto the bed, sated for the moment–that and panting heavily. A moment later, I looked over to find Terri sitting back up, facing the camera and wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Sorry about that, folks, got a bit sidetracked,” Terri chuckled. “Now that the bimbo is out of it for a bit, I can get back to your questions.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle myself. A few minutes later, I sat up and tried to save the mess that my hair had become. Failing that, I pulled it back into a ponytail and secured it out of the way.
Next thing I knew, Remmi was pointing her camera over my shoulder and down my open blouse. I looked up at the camera slyly and undid another button. I wasn’t wearing a bra and eventually slid my hand into my shirt, cupping my boob and making lewd faces at the camera.
“She’s doing what KuwaitDeploymentsSux94?” Terri’s voice didn’t entirely penetrate the make-out session I was having with Remmi’s camera.
I kept finding myself staring into Remmi’s eyes, not the camera, as I teased myself. The fact my sister was filming me playing with myself just made it that much hotter.
A sharp pain on my cock broke whatever spell Remmi’s camera and I were having. I looked down to find Terri having thumped me with her manicured nails.
“Do you mind?” Terri asked, grinning at me. “I’m trying to get some work done.”
“Me too,” I grinned at her.
Terri made a disgusted sound and shook her head before turning back to the camera.
“Well, what do y’all think? Should I keep reading, or should I take care of the little tart?” Terri asked.
The overwhelming tipping tones at her little tart comment had Terri grinning.
“OK, OK, I hear you. We’ll get back to it next time,” Terri said as she turned to me and ripped my new blouse the rest of the way open, sending pearl buttons about the room.
“Hey!” I started to complain, but then Terri’s lips were on my boobs, and I was hissing every time her teeth nipped at my nipples. “Jesus!” I sighed, grabbing the back of her head as she started to suckle.
I leaned back on a small pile of pillows and looked down, watching my best friend sucking on my tits loudly. As I watched, Remmi leaned in and got a close-up of Terri’s lips wrapped around my areola.
Terri kept nipping me, getting harder and moving into biting territory.
“Hey, be careful!” I cried with one particularly vicious bite.
“Shut up, you can take it,” Terri said as her fingers came up and started pinching my other nipple.
Exquisite pain was starting to radiate from both my nipples now. It was sending lightning bolts down my stomach and into my groin.
My cock was poking Terri in the stomach by now. Remmi made sure and got a good shot of my precum leaking out and smearing on Terri’s stomach.
“Ow!” I jerked as Terri bit me again, hard! I looked down, and she was grinning at me evilly.
“Oh really?” I said as I slipped out from beneath her and pushed her face down into the pile of pillows. She went down with an “OOF!”.
As I sat up, I found Terri’s bare ass and smacked it loudly, causing her to jerk.
“When did you get your pants off, you little slut?” I asked. I kept one hand on her back, holding her in place while I tried to get my skirt off with one hand. It was harder than I thought it would be, and Terri’s words about choosing my wardrobe carefully echoed in my ears.
I finally got the skirt off and straddled her thighs, my hard cock, which was still leaking precum, was resting between her cheeks. Terri was wiggling, pretending to try and get out from beneath me. It didn’t take long for my precum to be smeared all over her ass as I held her down.
Turning to the screen, I saw all sorts of comments and suggestions as the tipping tone was going off.
“Well, what should I do to her folks? I mean, that really hurt,” I said as I rubbed my sore nipple with one hand.
Remmi had moved down and was filming me from right in front of where my cock was resting against Terri’s ass. Without asking, Remmi reached over and slid a pillow down and under Terri, propping her ass up.
The mask partially hid the shocked expression of hurt on Terri’s face, but I’d seen it in one of the monitors as Remmi had gotten it on film.
“Fuck her? MouseLover1773, you want me to reward her for hurting my boobs?” I teased to the camera.
Immediately several more suggestions came in, as did a sizable tip with the exact thing I wanted to do.
“Wow BigRedOne7071, thanks for the tip and the awesome suggestion. And you’re right, it’s only fair.” I said as I grinned down at Terri.
Remmi was close to Terri’s face as she continued to squirm. I leaned down and got my face right next to hers, sharing the shot with her.
“They’re paying me… to fuck… your ass,” I said in a throaty voice I’d been practicing.
Terri and I usually plan out what we wanted to do for a live stream. So far, there hadn’t been much improv. Terri had been teaching me the art of manipulating the audience into asking for what I wanted to do while making them think it was all their idea. So far, she’s been 100% right.