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Bruce Wayne’s face appeared on the screen in heavy shadow. His face took up 80% of the frame but it was clear the room he was in was dark. He was clearly holding the camera and it shook, which was unusual for his Instagram lives.
“Hey guys,” he said, but he sounded out of breath. “How are you?”
Are you ok?
u look like ur kidnapped
There was a pause where he read the incoming messages and he laughed, still breathless.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m very fine.”
He shut his eyes and hummed. “Mmm, that’s good.”
A deep voice said something behind him and he nodded before turning his attention back to his phone.
WHAT
who the hell is that?
Mystery man?
“Who’s the mystery guy? That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
He made a choking noise and shut his eyes again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered.
When he opened his eyes they were half-lidded and his lips were parted.
Bro, are you serious rn?
WTF is he doing what I think he’s doing
Bruce chuckled. “Yes, I’m doing what you think I’m doing.”
Now that he admitted to what he was doing, you could hear a faint rhythmic smacking sound in the background.
Ewww
why tho?
hot
“I thought it was funny and I want to see if this lovely gentleman can distract me from live.”
Just as he finished saying that, Bruce shut his eyes and moaned. He sounded filthy. After a long moment he opened his eyes and laughed breathlessly.
“I think he took umbrage with that.”
you’re a degenerate.
“What I am is getting the best dick I’ve gotten in a while.” He didn’t so much smile at the comment as he did flash his teeth. It was short-lived though, the expression dropped as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and groaned,
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
lucky
nasty
hoe
“Thanks,” he panted. It looked like he was fighting between total ecstasy and concentration on what he was reading. There was a loud smack and the phone dropped. The camera was now pointed at the ceiling with Bruce’s head bobbing in and out of frame. He cried out in the pattern of the thrusts.
“Fuck, I think he’s winning,” Bruce managed before bowing his head against the surface the phone was on.
The rest of the live was the sound of clapping cheeks and Bruce moaning his benedictions to whoever was fucking him. It continued like this for several minutes before his face appeared back in frame. He was breathing hard and he ran his hand through his hair. He smiled.
“Thanks for stopping by. I think we’re going to go for round two. See you guys later.”
The video ended.