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“I’m the hottest girl you’ve ever met.”
“You’re the–ah–hottest girl I’ve ever met.” Charlie's fingers flexed where her hands laid bound above her head, and, good girl that she was, she fought to keep her eyes open, despite how they rolled and fluttered every time Velvette moved.
“I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.” Velvette sank down fully on Charlie's cock with mellow rolls of her hips, letting the head smear pre-cum on her soaked sex on the way out. Let it bump against her clit, still sensitive after her last orgasm.
“Ahn—You’re the best fuck I’ve ever–ever had.” Her Devil's eyes shone with tears, and behind the deadly points of her fangs whined Hell's neediest puppy, sounding just on the verge of shedding them.
She's being so nice, letting Charlie enjoy her pussy like that. The nicest she's been in the past hour, since she tightened that ring of fabric around the base of her cock. Charlie couldn't really think that would last.
Velvette's hand touched the nape of her own neck and scratched down her chest until she could frame the peak of her breast between two fingers, squeeze—Charlie's pupils hanging on her fingertips the whole way down. “You’d do anything to come inside me.”
Charlie jerked under her like she'd been shocked with the little freedom of movement she had under Velvette. Just a few, invisible threads of angelic rope braided through the length coiled around her wrists and ankles, surely not enough to hold her down if she really wanted out.
“Fuck- please, I’d do—" Velvette clenched around the head of her cock, then slid herself down. Charlie groans: "anything to come inside you.”
The picture of innocence. “Anything?”
“Please, please, anything, please.”
Velvette licked her lips. “You can never come inside anyone else again."
"I—" Something as close to understanding as her pussy-drunk brain could manage flashed on Charlie's face, knit her brows together. Velvette lifted herself off her cock entirely. "Nononono, please," she sounded like she was about to cry, chasing Velvette's heat to no avail.
"You can never come inside anyone else ever again."
"I can never come inside anyone else again," Charlie rushed out, clipped and tight as if she didn't want to hear herself saying it. Velvette rewarded her by letting her bottom inside of her, quickly establishing a rhythm again. Charlie sobbed and moved against her, "Thank you."
"Again." Velvette quickened her pace.
"Ngh— I can never come inside anyone else again," she mewled, lips moving as if she had no control over them. Someone else putting the words into her mouth.
Both of Velvette's hands dropped to Charlie's middle to give herself better leverage to ride. "You never want to come inside anyone else ever again."
Velvette twisted Charlie's stiff nipple, hard, and cast her eyes up and straight into the lens just in time for Charlie to yell out and say:
"I never want to come inside anyone else ever again."
Velvette couldn't help but smile.
Using Vox’s peeping cams was a bit overkill, sure, but much more practical than setting up a hidden tripod for the shot. She’d die before letting a camera catch her at a bad angle, even if her target audience is of just one.
She leaned over, the points of her nails digging red streaks into Charlie's skin but her voice kept as level as it could be, low and sure, "'Cause nothing can ever compare to this pussy, right?"
Charlie was so gone, it was embarrassing. "Nothing, Vel, God, nothing." Sweat, tears, whatever's coursing through her veins—power contained. The things she could do if only someone put her to good use.
"Which is why your cock is mine," Velvette hissed, dug her fingers around Charlie's throat, "I choose where it comes and when. I choose who gets to use it."
"Yes, God, Yes," Charlie babbled.
"So after I milk you dry–" —she willed the make-shift cock ring loose, and knew exactly what face she'd wear to say that obviously it meant nothing, it was just dirty talk— "Vaggi can beg me to lick my taste off you."
At the same time guilt struck her face, Charlie came.