Nat has her own story to create, but unfortunately for her, writing's never been her strong suit.
X has always clung to what's mainstream, and to what helps her fit in...but life's hard out there for a feminine sort-of-stud with a 1 year old baby.
N...
Indigo smiled into the mirror, her firm hand gripping my neck as we showed off our matching black outfits to her recording phone. This video would probably end up on our stories on IG or on our Eyes Only. All it takes is one moan to decide.
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I smirk at the mirror as she records, letting her lean her breasts against my back, compacted into her grey sports bra that's hidden underneath her Vlone shirt. She lets go of my neck and suddenly the master bedroom bathroom feels less small.
She ends the video and turns me around. I eye her up and down, then bring her towards me. "Hey," she whispers with a smile. I smile against her lips, taking in the scent of her expensive cologne.
Her waist pressed against mine as she lifted me onto the counter. I felt her hands slide down my inner thighs and I shivered with pleasure. "Best frienddd, chill," I smirk. "Mhm," she mumbles, massaging her fingers against my kitty through my boxers.
"Keep fucking around and we gon make another type of video," I smirk. "And you know I gotta check out that new job, Indigo. I don't wanna be late."
"Give me fifteen minutes then," she purred.
I roll my eyes but slide off the counter and pull my pants and boxers down. I lean against the cool surface as Indigo comes from her closet with her tool. She sets her phone up on the counter facing the mirror as she slides the strap into my pussy.
"You're daddy's little slut," she smirked against my throat.
It's hard to control my moans as she grips my waist and thrusts in and out of me. I hold my eyes on my own reflection, my body shivering as I beg myself not to cum. Not without Daddy's permission. I can hear Indigo's shaky breathing and moans in my ear as my entrance feels more constricted.
My hands shake against the counter and my nails hurt as I tirelessly try to stay upright and not allow a waterfall to stream from between my legs. "Daddy," I gasp. I can feel it. I can't stop it anymore.
"Not yet," she mumbles, her voice tickling my collarbone. She goes deep inside of me, making me bite down on my hand, as if someone would burst in and come stop us if they heard my noise. I felt it coming. I felt the rush. "Shit- I- Daddy- Please," I moan. My eyes rolled back as my best friend gripped my thighs. My mouth's wide open in shock, spit dripping from my previously glossed lips, as I cum.
An avalanche of wetness releases from within me and Indigo cleaned it up with her tongue, as always. My arms shook from holding my weight so long and remaining rigidly still. I fell back against her, feeling embarrassed at my submissiveness and my girly moans. I blushed as she stopped recording and brought her lips to mine, the taste of myself the best reward for me.
She helped clean me up, then handed me her phone. "Edit it until your climax," she shrugged. That's how we usually did it. Leave the good part out, and let someone pay a decent price for the finale. We had a little account on a website. It was fairly popular and it brought in some extra bank. Neither her nor I were embarrassed to show our faces because everyone knew what we had was loyal but...complicated. And quite frankly, sex is natural, so why be ashamed?
