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luara smiled amusedly, using her hand to cover her face.
"no, stop," neymar laughed, moving her hand away. he tilted her head toward the camera that he was pointing at the two of them, "show how beautiful you are. look at my beautiful wife, huh?"
she laughed, draping her arms around his neck, placing a kiss to his cheek, "who are you even talking to? it's a camera."
"hm, i don't know. me. when i watch this back." he grinned smugly, chewing the inside of his cheek in anticipation.
she rolled her eyes, laying back down, and running her fingers through his hair, "why are you even making a video? is it like a honeymoon thing?"
he pressed a soft, drawn-out kiss to her lips, before pulling away slightly, "we could use it as our honeymoon thing. i just thought i'd accidentally leave it recording whilst we fuck."
she gasped with a laugh, pushing the camera away from her, "we are not making a sex tape."
"we're not. we don't mean to. it just– happened." he sat back a little bit, just enough so he could point the camera directly at her, licking his lower lip and biting it clean at the sight of her.
"baby," she warned, covering her chest with her hands, "i'm not wearing anything, don't film me."
"stop doing that. it's only me seeing you." he nudged her hands out of the way, and cupped her jaw with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip, "come on, linda. show me your pretty smile."
she glanced away from the camera, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling. he chuckled at her expression, and she eventually broke out into a smile.
"mhm, look at you. looking so beautiful. todo meu." his hand trailed down to her chest, giving a firm squeeze to her breast, thumb circling over her pert nipple.
"neymar," she covered the camera with her hand, and he tutted, grabbing her wrist and holding it down at her side.
"let me fucking see you, puta." he let out a low whistle, panning the camera down her body, and then back up to her face. he ran his fingertips over her collarbone, over her new tattoo, "neymar jr. who's name is that, then?"
she snatched the camera from his hands, turning it around to face him. he laughed, resting his hands either side of her as he hovered over her.
"my husband," she grinned, trailing her fingers over his jawline, and then down to his collarbone, "who's lua? should i be jealous?"
"oh yeah, she's so much better than you."
she shook her head, tilting the camera down to his stomach, a seductive grin making it's way onto her face. she zoomed out, trailing circles over his thigh, dangerously close to what she was staring at.
"mhm, look at that. look at you." she tapped her index finger and her middle finger on his thigh, running them up further and further to him, "is that for me, baby?"
he took the camera back from her hands, and sat it on the nightstand beside their bed, facing them. he ran a hand up her thigh, and she leaned forward, taking his lower lip between her teeth, making him lean down and press his lips to her in a wet, passionate kiss.
"it's all for you," he mumbled, reaching his hand down, guiding himself into her. he pushed himself into her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise.
"oh, fuck." she hissed, balling her hand into a fist in his hair, pulling him closer to her. she let out a moan when he started to rock his hips into hers, and she pushed her thumb into his mouth.
he bit down on it, but not too hard. he struggled to stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head, but he couldn't help it. she pulled her thumb from his mouth, and she pulled him to her lips, craving his touch and his kisses, even though he was already giving her it. she wanted more.
he used a hand to squeeze her breasts, and run down her sides, digging his fingers into the squishy flesh on her hips. he pressed his lips to her new tattoo of his name on her collarbone, smiling to himself.
he intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand down on the bed. she moaned loudly, not shying away from the camera anymore. she didn't care. she didn't care about anything when it came to her and and neymar. all she could concentrate on was who was above her, and who was fucking her that good.
"oh, baby, you–" she moaned again, eyes rolling to the back of her head in ecstasy, back arching, free hand clinging to his bicep whilst her legs wrapped securely around his waist, "ugh, you're so fine, ney."
he let out a chuckle, cut off by a moan of his own. he placed his free hand on her lower stomach, pressing down gently and thrusting harder and faster into her. he couldn't even speak, she felt so good. she took him so good. she looked so good.
he let go of her, and pulled out of her. she let out a sob, tightening her legs around him to pull him back, but he didn't. instead, he flipped her over and pulled her hips up so she was bent over, and thrusted back into her, hard. they both let out a pleasure-filled moan, echoing throughout the bedroom, both of them not caring who heard them.
she clung to the bed, fingers tugging at the duvet, arching her back into him. he squeezed at her ass, slapping a swift swat to it. he leaned forward, pressing kisses to her lower back, her moans like music to his ears, driving him into a frenzy.
"does– does that feel good, meu amor?" he moaned out, gripping at her hips again, digging his fingers into her.
"oh, yeah," she nodded, moaning even louder when she felt his hand move to her clit, rubbing tight circles over it, "don't stop, neymar."
he shook his head, feeling her tighten around him. he knew she was getting close, and he kept his pace, running his free hand up and down her thigh, "i'm not– not planning on it, sexy."
she peeked her eyes open, seeing if the camera was still recording. it was, and she watched neymar pluck it from the nightstand, pointing it at them both. she grinned, and reached out for his wrist. she gripped onto it, letting out a loud moan, cumming all over him.
he felt her do it, and it only egged on his own climax. he quickly followed after her, filling her up so much that he was spilling out of her, and running down between her thighs. he opened his eyes and pulled himself out of her, pointing the camera at where he was looking.
"lo–look. look at what i do to her. how good do i make you feel, lua?" he moved the camera to face her as she sat back up, sitting on her hands and her knees this time.
she looked at herself in the small thing he'd flipped up so she could. she could see him staring at her from over her shoulder. her hair was messy, eyes heavy, and lips a deep shade of red from his suckling. to her, she looked awful. filthy, and untidy. but, to him, she looked like the most beautiful woman to have ever lived. no one could compare.
"you make me feel so good, ney." she smiled, wiping under her eyes, making him grin, "but get the fucking camera out of my face. so horny."
she laid back down and rolled onto her back, motioning for him to lay with her. he shook his head, "what, you wanna stop?"
she smiled, letting out a laugh.
"huh? you wanna stop? or do you wanna go all night, huh? talk to me."
"shush, go away."
"why don't you tell me how much you love me, hm? all night?"
