Amelia
"Look at me."
I looked up at him, his member stood at attention. It was large...it looked...huge.
"I love it."
"What?"
"Your eyes on me the other day, I loved it. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about your lips and your hands and your face. Your t**s even. I couldn't. I came thinking about you so I want to do something."
"What?" He groaned a groan that sounded like a whimper, like a cry.
He walked out and came back in with a camera in his hands.
I looked at him in confusion.
"A camera?"
"Yes. I want to record you and I."
"What?!" I have never done this before. I mean, it sounded good but the anxiety of whether or not my body would be appealing to him was what kept me on hold.
"You don't need to be alarmed about it. I won't show your face in the video and I certa
