OnlyFans Girl Ch 626-630

Chapter 626

“I can’t fucking believe he didn’t tell you,” Gemma said over the video call. You and Sabrina were still in bed, your brunette girlfriend casually letting her boobs breathe above the sheets despite the call, which had made Gemma smirk and roll her eyes. Your blonde girlfriend was at home for the afternoon since her ‘winter internship’ didn’t start until next week and she didn’t have anything else going on that day.

The Australian university system ran on a weird schedule compared to the US, or even the UK - which meant that she’d arrived about a month too late to start classes for the trimester, but she could work an off-season internship back in Sydney. She would take a their-time summer intensive class, which started in January, to help catch up and then start her final full term in late February to be on track to graduate in mid-May, just after you and Sabrina.

“Right?!” Sabrina growled. “Like - it was weird when we found out we were doin’ it on a bed that belonged to a dead guy, but at least it was clean sheets. Now I’m like… assassinated!? How is that not the first thing you tell people? That’s like the go-to story to break out in any conversation.”

You just chuckled and shook your head. “So mystery solved?” you asked.

“Mystery solved, but punishment for holding out on us has not yet been meted out,” Gemma said with a teasing grin through the call.

“Punishment?” you asked. “Why do I deserve a punishment? I couldn’t release my report without doing the proper research. Plus, I’m pretty sure my in-person presentation was a smash hit.”

“He did really pound the points home,” Sabrina snickered.

“Yeah, well, Sabrina might have gotten the full presentation experience, but I only got the email memo,” Gemma snorted.

“How can I ever make it up to you, love?” you asked.

“I’ll think of something,” Gemma smirked, narrowing her eyes for a moment in a somewhat devious way before taking a deep breath and relaxing. “God, I miss you two. My bed is lonely as fuck without you. And my heart.”

“We miss you too, baby,” Sabrina said, puckering her lips and blowing her a kiss.

“So much,” you reinforced.

Gemma groaned as she leaned back more heavily into her couch. “Birdie’s busy all day with classes, but I’ve got a little party to go to tonight with some other friends and she might show up later. I’m kind of over the idea of going out to bars without you guys so at least I’ll get some more casual socialisation.”

“Just try not to start seducing someone by accident,” Sabrina teased. “You’re pretty good at springing your sexy lovableness on a girl.”

Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes. “I promise not to seduce anyone, on purpose or by accident,” she said, then looked off-screen for a moment. “It’s late, you guys need to get up and go.”

“OK, Miss Bossy Pants,” Sabrina chuckled.

“Do I need to come up with ways to get back at both of you?” Gemma smirked.

“I figured you just wanted to see us naked,” Sabrina giggled, flipping the sheets of the two of you and rolling over onto her stomach and wiggling her butt at the phone.

“John,” Gemma said. “I’m going to need you to do me a favour and spank her.”

With another shrieking giggle, Sabrina squirmed away, rolled to the floor and scampered towards the bathroom before you could even make an attempt. Then she stopped in the doorway and wiggled her ass at you again, making you laugh.

“She’s being a brat right now, isn’t she?” Gemma asked, not able to see.

“Yep,” you sighed.

Gemma just let out a breath and shook her head. “Have a good day, love,” she said. “And have fun with Amanda tonight. I’ll let you know when I go out and when I’m home safe.”

“Thanks, love,” you said, slowly getting out of bed as well. “I’ll give you an update on Bratty McBratButt.”

“I heard that!” Sabrina called from the bathroom. She came back out, still completely naked but with her hair piled up on top of her head to keep it out of the way so she could have a quick shower. She slid into your arms, looking into the phone. “This is Bratty McBratButt, sending you love, Princess ButtFuck.”

“Is that a family name, or…?” you asked, making them both roll their eyes.

“Love you both. Now I need to go pretend my heart doesn’t hurt and find something to distract me while you two inevitably have some sort of amazing, intimate sexual moment in the shower,” Gemma said.

“You wanna watch?” Sabrina offered, grinning at her and then up at you.

“We,” you said. “Don’t have time for an amazing, intimate sexual moment if we’re going to make it to the bus on time to do the coffee run.”

“Mmmm,” Sabrina whined. “We can Uber.”

“That’s not any faster and you know it,” you snorted, giving her butt a squeeze. “Not in the morning rush hour, which we’ll be in the middle of if we leave late.”

“He’s the worst,” Sabrina sighed sarcastically, looking at Gemma. “You’re so lucky you don’t have to deal with loving him in person. It’s just so awful, him denying me my needs.” She had wrapped a hand around your cock and started to gently squeeze it as she was talking.

“I’m so sorry for your situation,” Gemma said, shaking her head. “I would bear this burden for you if I could.”

“OK, you two,” you finally cut in. “I guess I need to be the responsible one this time. Gemma, love, we love you.”

“Love you too, love,” she replied with a grin.

You hung up your phone and tossed it onto the bed, then took Sabrina’s hand from your cock, along with her other one, and raised them over her head as you leaned down to kiss her. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching her back to press herself against you, but you pulled away.

“We have to go,” you chuckled. “Now what’s this about us having fun with Amanda tonight?”

“Oh, right,” Sabrina broke into a grin. “We’re taking her out and then coming back here for some fun. And she’s gonna film with you.”

“Like, film film?” you asked.

Sabrina shrugged and leaned back towards you as she grinned lasciviously. “We’ll see what she decides she’s comfortable with,” she said. “But you’re definitely fucking that cutie-pie again and drowning in boobage tonight.”

Chapter 627

“Sooo, how’d it go?” Sabrina asked.

You had, almost miraculously, gotten out of the apartment on time to catch the right bus and make it to work with room to spare for the coffee run. It was a particularly large one that day so Sabrina had come with you, and you’d snuck a couple of snacks into the order when she was distracted. The first one had been a dainty chocolate croissant for Becks to go with her usual coffee, and she gave you and Sabrina a warm smile and a wink in thanks since there were a couple of different groups talking in the lobby that morning.

The first time you’d almost fucked Becks in the office after the whole sushi thing was supposed to be the only time, then the time in the conference room making up for the first time being interrupted was supposed to be the only time. But now you’d done it again. Which felt like it was on the table for more. That wink wasn’t an immediate invitation, but it was an intimate exchange that you shared a secret.

A secret that could get you all in trouble, but was oh, so good.

You managed to keep the second snack a secret until you were finished and heading to the intern conference room, when you presented Sabrina with her ‘I’m sorry I didn’t fuck you this morning’ giant cookie. That had earned you a beaming smile and a sneaky kiss in the stairwell.

Now she plopped down in her chair at the conference table, setting her purse aside and starting to peel the saran wrap off of the cookie as she looked pointedly at Eric.

“Good morning, Eric,” you said, filling in the pleasantries. “It’s so nice to see you today. I hope you had a good evening last night.”

Eric laughed and shrugged. “Morning,” he said. “Last night was… complicated.”

“How complicated?” Sabrina asked.

“Or complicated how?” you added.

“Well…” he said, then grimaced.

“You fucked it up?” Sabrina asked in concern. As his resident dating coach, she was maybe getting a little too invested.

“Not… really,” he said. “At least, I didn’t fuck it up any more than it kind of got fucked up by things that were out of my control. Do you want the headline or the-”

“At what point during this whole summer of knowing me have I ever wanted only the headline?” Sabrina interrupted him in a deadpan tone.

“Technically, during the first… month and a half?” you said. “Back when Eric only had me, an underqualified amateur to bounce his relationship options off of.”

“That’s fair, Gemma and I did get more invested when we had our own situation sorted,” Sabrina smirked. Then she looked back to Eric “Gimme the deets, spill the tea, squeeze that juice out of the lemon so we can make some lemonade.”

That got you covering your mouth and clearing your throat to stop from chuckling openly at her silliness.

“You are so weird sometimes,” Eric said, shaking his head at her.

“But am I right about things? Because I just successfully set up two straight girls in a lesbian relationship and they’re super happy,” Sabrina said. “That’s the power I have at my fingertips.”

“They aren’t dating, they’re seeing if they are even interested in it,” you countered.

“You,” Sabrina said, pointing across the table at you. “Aren’t helping. They’re going to get married and Gemma and I are going to be their maids of honour and you’ll officiate the wedding because it’s you who brought them together in the first place.” She turned back to Eric. “Please continue, young Padawan,” she said. Then she took a bite of her giant cookie, which definitely took away from a bit of her gravitas.

“.... Right,” Eric said. “So… OK. We left work yesterday, and me and Beth solidified our plans to meet up for dinner downtown. So I headed home, fixed myself up, and then went to meet her. Well, I get there a little early, right?  I grab a spot at the bar to wait for her. Well, guess who comes in?”

“Lucy,” you guessed.

“Got it in one,” he nodded.

“Oh, no,” Sabrina sighed.

“So I don’t know what is going on with her, but I figure she might come claw my eyes out or something with the way she’s glaring at me,” Eric continued. “But then she puts on that like, syrupy sweet voice and is all, ‘Why are you such a bad boy, leaving me on read like that?’ And I had to be like, ‘Oh, it’s not really like that, I was just super busy’ because what am I supposed to say, that I was having the best weekend of my life with someone else while she was trying to seduce me via text all last week? But I also need to get her to leave me the fuck alone because she’s all dressed up like she’s on a date and I don’t need Beth coming in and seeing her weirdly all over me. Well, she won’t take the fucking hint, and whoever she’s meeting doesn’t show up, and Beth does come in and I have to be like ‘Alright, Lucy, my date’s here’ and Lucy does that thing where her switch flips.”

“Oh, shit,” you groaned in empathy.

“Trust me, this isn’t even the worst part,” Eric said.

“It gets worse!?” Sabrina asked.

Eric nodded, eyes wide, and let out a long sigh. “It gets worse. So I’m walking away from Lucy and Beth gives this ‘What the fuck?’ look to me because Lucy is following. Then Lucy barges past me when she realises I’m headed to Beth, and she just starts spitting all this stuff about how I’m such a scummy asshole, and I’m a fuckboy, and how I just use girls and throw them away, and all this shit. And Beth is just looking at her like she’s crazy, and Lucy is getting louder and louder, and then the bouncer of the bar is telling her she needs to calm down. Well, eventually he has to physically pick Lucy up and carry her out of the bar because I dunno what happened but she had a mental break or something and was just screaming like a- I don’t even know. And Beth is just standing there the whole time without having said a word, and we can hear Lucy arguing with the bouncers outside because it took two of them to keep her out.”

“Jesus Christ,” you said.

“I’ve gotta call Becca and Charlotte,” Sabrina snorted. “And Gemma. God, Gemma will flip.”

“Oh, I’m not done,” Eric said.

“You’re not?” you asked.

“You’ve got no idea.”

Chapter 628

Eric’s saga, and it was a saga, was a little weird, a little wild, and a little heartbreaking.

Once the Lucy situation had cleared out, he’d apologised to Beth and explained they’d dated earlier in the summer but it had been kind of toxic and he’d gotten himself out of the situation. Beth had been surprisingly understanding, cracking a joke about how she had to deal with her roommate on a regular basis and she was used to a little crazy, but that she did have something she wanted to talk with Eric about so they should grab a table.

That, of course, took Eric into anxiety town because he thought he was calling the date to talk about something.

They got their table, did the small talk to try and get over what had just happened, and had just ordered their food as Eric was working himself up to open the conversation when Beth’s roommate showed up. Apparently, she’d been paranoid about Beth spending all weekend not at home, and then going out again on a Monday even though they were supposed to hang out. Ol’ Crazy Eyes, as Sabrina insisted she be called, was about to get all territorial as she stormed towards their table when she saw who her roommate was with.

Thus began the second shouting match of the night, this time as Ol’ Crazy Eyes went from 0 to 100 in a screeching fit where she literally flipped a table - not theirs, just some innocent bystanders caught in the chaos. With food and drinks going everywhere, and the table falling onto another lady, Ol’ Crazy Eyes ended up getting slapped across the face by that lady’s friend. That could have led to an actual bar fight, but the bouncers got there just in time to grab Ol’ Crazy Eyes and stop her as she swung at the other lady. Then both of those ladies got kicked out while a waitress tried to manage the chaos of the flipped table, and a bartender came over and asked Eric and Beth to leave because this was the second incident they’d been a part of, even if they hadn’t technically done anything. Considering both Ol’ Crazy Eyes and the other lady and her group were shouting about pressing charges, things were about to get even more complicated out in front of the bar as the cops were called.

Eric managed to convince the bartender to let them out the back entrance so they wouldn’t need to walk by Ol’ Crazy Eyes, and they made their escape - then, once they were in the back alley behind the building, Beth checked her phone and made sure she wasn’t sharing her location with her roommate, which she wasn’t, but she did find an AirTag in her purse.

That led to needing to go back around to the front of the building and waiting for cops to get there and start taking statements. Beth had double worries - the first being that her crazy roommate had been tracking her, which was definitely illegal, but second was that she would head back to their place and trash her stuff. That meant that she and Eric had to volunteer to make statements - and since witnesses could confirm they hadn’t even raised their voices, let alone done anything physical, they weren’t in trouble - so almost an hour later Ol’ Crazy Eyes was in the back of a police cruiser with a rack of pending charges from drunk and disorderly to assault to felony stalking. Beth was expecting a call from a detective the next morning and was safe in the word of the cops that her roommate wouldn’t be getting out of lockup for at least a couple of days and she would have time to file for an order of protection before bail could be paid and processed.

You and Sabrina, at this point, were floored.

“It keeps going,” Eric sighed.

He offered to take Beth home, but she insisted that they really did need to talk, and not wanting to deal with any more bars they ended up walking to a Wedny’s a couple of blocks over. Once they were sitting with their food, Beth got nervous all over again and asked Eric to go first, and he was so worn out from everything that he, allegedly, just blurted out that he was an idiot for trying to say he wanted casual because he thought she was amazing, and he didn’t want to plan for them to be short-term if she was willing to try for longer than his last week in the city. Then he admitted that everything that had happened that night could be a massive issue but he hoped it wouldn’t.

“And that’s when she said - and this is a direct quote because it’s seared into my fucking brain - ‘Well, honestly Eric, I really like you too, but you should probably hold onto that thought for a second for after I tell you my thing. You know Joy, my friend we had the threesome with? Well apparently she had crabs, and now I’ve got them, which probably means you do too. I am so sorry.”

You and Sabrina were silent for a long moment as Eric stared off into space, across the conference room at the far wall.

Clearing your throat as your mind caught up to reality, you couldn’t help yourself as they both looked at you. “At least it wasn’t, like, gonorrhoea or syphilis or something, right?”

Sabrina managed not to snort, shooting you a glare with a laugh in her eyes. “Not helping, John,” she said.

“Sorry,” you apologised to Eric. “That sucks, man. Especially that you got it from Joy of all people.”

“Yeah, well, fuck me, right?” Eric sighed.

“So what happened next?” Sabrina asked. “Please tell me you didn’t just dump her after all of that because she has the same thing as you do.”

“We finished eating,” Eric said. “Pretty much in silence. Then I walked her home since it was walking distance. And she invited me up, since she really didn’t want to be alone, and we kind of just sat on the couch together for like an hour until I told her that what I said was still true, and she was like, ‘Really? After you find out me and everyone around me is pretty much a hot mess?’ and I was like ‘OK but have you met me?’ and so I guess we’re gonna try to keep it rolling?”

“Good for you,” Sabrina said. “I’m so proud of you for being mature about all of that, Eric.”

“That sounds great, man,” you said.

He sighed and nodded. “Now I just need to wait to hear about her filing the request for the restraining order,” he said. “And if she needs anything from me to help.” 

You shook your head slowly, without words. Eric, even if he’d gotten crabs right at the end of the summer, was somehow coming out ahead in the maturity and relationship department.

Good for him.

Chapter 629

By lunchtime, Sabrina had spread the word where appropriate. Gemma, obviously, got a truncated version of Eric's whole story, as did Becks since she knew most of the players. Becca and Charlotte heard about the Lucy part of it, and confirmed that she’d come back to their apartment that night - they also let you know that they’d given her notice that weekend they were terminating her month-to-month lease - they needed to give at least a month notice as per the details, so she needed to either find somewhere for October 1st or panic-search for September 1st when any vacancies in student rentals would be getting filled.

The fact that Killjoy had crabs seemed to be the highlight piece of information, and the girls started debating whether she might have had it all along if she knew about it or was so scummy that she’d ignored it, and if her alleged boyfriend who was away for the summer knew or even had it himself.

It was hot, steaming tea and even Amanda was enthralled as Sabrina told her the story over dinner.

The two of you had stayed an hour after close of business, putting in a bit of overtime since you didn’t want to give up on your effort for Mr Garrison altogether in the last week, and then Uber’d home to get yourself fixed up for the pseudo-date.

It wasn’t a date. It was just dinner between a couple and their friend. That was almost guaranteed to be ending in sex back at your place.

Not a date.

Sabrina had picked out one of your new shirts to wear, along with a pair of slacks, and she'd quickly messed with your hair to get it ‘just right.’ She’d then banished you from the bedroom so she could get ready and had emerged in a blue summer dress that you knew was Gemma’s favourite on her, plus a pair of strappy heels you would have thought were too tall but that she could move well in, and her hair pulled back into a half braid to keep it out of her face.

She looked summery, and cute and might have seemed younger than she was in that outfit if it wasn’t for her confidence in the heels, which gave her more height and presence.]

Amanda, on the other hand, was looking absolutely deadly as she stood from your reserved table as the two of you got to the restaurant.

Her brunette hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, two thin strands of bangs framing her utterly cute face and trailing down to her collarbone. The dress she’d chosen was a halter, tied behind her neck with a bow, and it was lifting her immense amount of tit into a mountainous cleavage that had people glancing from around the entire restaurant whenever she moved. Further, the black dress hugged her curves and hips, accenting her butt before loosening into a flowy skirt a couple of inches below her knees. A pair of heels, shorter than Sabrina’s but equally good at doing their job of accenting her legs and butt even more, finished the look.

You were worried that Sabrina was going to literally motorboat Amanda when they hugged hello, but she managed to control herself. To be fair, as you hugged Amanda hello and kissed her on the cheek, you also had to stop yourself from grabbing at least one handful of that ass.

Once the tea had been spilt, the first drinks were in you and giving the girls a nice little comfortable buzz, and dinner had arrived and first bites had been eaten, it felt like… not a date.

Definitely not a date.

“So have you been talking with Maeve much since she left?” Sabrina asked, making you choke just a little on the bite of food in your mouth because you knew she was looking for a reason to turn the talk towards naughtier topics

“A little,” Amanda sighed. “I mean, at least in the way Maeve communicates. It’s not like chatting with you or Gemma, but I know she’s being a friend in her way so it’s fine.”

“That makes sense,” Sabrina said, slowly smirking. “She barely texts me or Gemma. She seemed to really like texting John.”

“What?” Amanda asked, smiling curiously.

“I was used as a conversational actor in one of her, uh, conversational…” you lost track of how to make it sound polite.

“She sexted with him and used screenshots to get her pay pigs riled up,” Sabrina put it bluntly.

“Oh, God,” Amanda scoffed and chuckled a little. “Please tell me you’re not feeling used?”

“I mean, it was fun and I know it was blurring the lines between real and for show,” you said. “But when she sprung on me that she wanted to pay me a percentage… I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about it.”

“He kind of made bank,” Sabrina added. “Which meant Maeve really made bank.”

“That whole situation is still weird to me,” Amana said.

“Wanna read the conversation?” Sabrina offered.

“Sabrina,” you sighed.

“What? Maeve sent me and Gemma the full screenshots because I asked her to, and she sent me the modified ones she used for her… suitors.” Sabrina became more coy as a waitress came around, refilling your waters and checking you were doing alright. Once the woman was gone, she continued. “It was a hot sexting session. Lots of pictures.”

Amanda sighed, giving Sabrina a look.

“Come ooon,” Sabrina smirked, pulling out and waving her phone at the busty girl. “You know you want to.”

Amanda looked at you, checking if you were OK with peeking into your texts, and you shrugged. “If you want,” you said.

“Fine, I’ll take a look,” she said with a little nervous grin. “Quickly.”

Chapter 630

“Have you considered, and this is just a suggestion,” Sabrin said, “Just telling John that he can do whatever he wants to you, I’ll film it, and you get a smokin’ hot boy-girl sex scene if you want to use it? And you get fucked good?”

Amanda almost spit out her drink and glared at Sabrina. You’d migrated from the restaurant to Amanda’s apartment - keeping in mind that anything you filmed for Amanda needed to not be able to be cross-referenced to Sabrina’s videos, including the background. The three of you were sitting in her little living room, which was made up of two couches and a side table with a lamp in the corner of her ‘main room.’ Her place was a little smaller than Sabrina’s (or yours) but had come more fully furnished, so she had nicer couches, some decor on walls, and other little bits and pieces that made it feel a little more lived in rather than lived through.

“I did, actually,” Amanda said as she set her water down. The three of you were hydrating appropriately before what was to come. “And while it would be super fun, and I’d probably cherish it to my dying fucking day as some of the best sex ever - and I mean that, John - it would be totally over whatever lines I decide to draw and super unusable. A blowjob scene, though I still haven’t made a final decision on it so having that in my back pocket could actually be helpful.”

“So ‘m filming you giving my boyfriend a sloppy, nasty blowjob?” Sabrina asked with a grin.

“Why do you have to say it like that, baby?” you asked with a sigh.

“Because that’s what makes a blowjob scene good,” Sabrina said.

“Yeah, she’s not wrong about that,” Amanda said, starting to blush a little. “And considering my, um, ‘brand’-” she hefted her tits in her dress, “-I’ll probably use them too. I assume you’re good with that, John?”

“Of course I am, gorgeous,” you said.

“No shit he is,” Sabrina snickered.

“I had to ask,” Amanda rolled her eyes. “Um, I mean, I’ve sucked your dick before so… was there anything I did that you didn’t like? Any, I don’t know, professional boundaries or something?”

“Work the shaft, play with the balls,” your girlfriend chipped in.

“Sabrina,” you sighed, shaking your head. Then you focused on Amanda. “No, nothing stands out as not good from before.”

“Make sure you do dirty talk,” Sabrina added. “Actually - stylistic choice, do you want John to do dirty talk or be more silent? Because, like, my fans like John’s dirty talk because it gets me talking even dirtier too, but yours are used to your solo stuff and not hearing you talking with a guy.”

“Um… Jeez, I don’t know,” Amanda said. “Let’s go with… quiet, I guess? So that if I ever do have to show it to a boyfriend or potential husband he’s not listening to you. If that’s OK.”

“Amanda,” you said, leaning forward and reaching out to take her hand. You were sitting on one couch, just next to her on the other at the corner. “This is your product. I’m happy to help you test the waters with this, you’re a beautiful, sexy woman, and unless you’re looking for something we haven’t done before, I’m down to do this your way.”

Amanda sucked in a big breath and let it out slowly. “OK. Fuck, I feel like I’m just as nervous as the first time I ever posted a nude to begin with. And I’m not even posting it.”

“We don’t need to film anything at all,” you offered.

“No, no, I do want to do it,” Amanda assured you. “And then I want to lez out with Sabrina to get you had again so we can fuck you senseless.”

“Bold words, hon,” Sabrina chuckled. “He’s proven he can take me and Gemma on pretty consistently. Plus there was the foursome.”

“OK, fair,” Amanda laughed.

“I’ll take it as a challenge,” you grinned. “OK, so do you want to change, or me to change? And where do you want to film it?”

“And what about camera angles? I’m happy to be camera woman, but you can also go with John’s PoV. Guys love that angle in videos,” Sabrina suggested.

The next fifteen minutes were the usual pre-filming blur of technical details and management, decision making and testing of camera angles and lighting. But it was all mixed in with explicit, sexual moments. Where was Amanda going to suck your cock, and what would be the best lighting? Make sure there was a key light from this angle so there wasn’t a weird shadow, and that your legs weren’t going to be in the way of a side-on shot of either her mouth on your cock, or her tits. Did that mean the couch, a kitchen chair or the bed would be better? Was the black dress good in the lighting, or did she look washed out? Did it blend too much with your slacks when there should be contrast? What about when her chest was pressed to your legs or crotch?

By the time it was time to call Action and start the recordings, you were already good and teased. And that didn’t even account for the moments of grabass. Sabrina was the most blatant, with you and Amanda, going hands-on with a smirk on her face whenever she had half a reason to. You gave her some swats on the butt in return, making her laugh, and a few kisses as well. Amanda got some kisses too, relaxing the two of you even though the intimacy felt like it was going to be much easier to fall into. The kisses led to you finally getting your hands on her ass, giving it a good squeeze and making her laugh breathily as she grinned at you.

“Alright,” Sabrina, as acting Director, declared. “We should be good to go. “John?”

“Ready,” you nodded, raising Sabrina’s phone - you would film the ‘PoV’ angle from it and she’d send the file to Amanda, while Sabrina would use Amanda’s phone for different angles while controlling how much of you was showing.

“Amanda, ready to be a little cock-worshipping slut for my boyfriend?” Sabrina asked the other l with a teasing grin.

“Sabrina,” you sighed.

“I’m ready,” Amanda laughed, flashing you a grin.

“Aaaand, roll cameras - Action!”