“Yes, but it’s not the only one. Watch this” Adebayo’s voice was thick with mischief as he flashed a wicked grin. He held up his hand, showing me a sleek, high-tech ring that glinted under the dim bedroom lights. With a click of the remote in his other hand, he nodded toward the ceiling.
“Holy fuck!”
My eyes shot upward—and there I was, spread-eagled on his bed, my pussy on full HD display like some kind of porn star. The image was so crisp I could see every glistening detail. “What is this?!” I gasped, my thighs instinctively trying to clamp shut—except, of course, the cuffs made sure I couldn’t move an inch.
“Wireless mini-cam,” he purred, stroking the gadget on his finger like it was his favourite toy. “You’ll be amazed at how erotic it is to watch yourself climax.”
Before I could even process the insanity, his hand drifted lower, and suddenly the screen was nothing but my dripping wet pussy, zoomed in so close I could practically taste myself.
“If you have all of this,” I panted, nodding at the monitor, the computer, the damn dungeon-worthy cuffs, “Why were you watching me through the window?”
“Because you are so beautiful,” Adebayo growled, his dark eyes locking onto mine with raw hunger. “And all this time, you were there—so close, yet so fucking untouchable.” His smirk was pure sin as he tilted his chin toward the monitor. “You know how men are—we want what we can’t get.”
The screen flickered, zooming in until my swollen, glistening lips took up the entire display. “See this small wetness dripping here?” he murmured, adjusting the camera until every detail was obscenely clear. Sure enough, a single pearl of desire clung to my folds, begging for attention.
“This is just the beginning,” he promised, voice thick with arrogance. Then his finger entered the frame—barely grazing me, just skimming that trembling drop—
“JESUS!” My back arched off the bed like I’d been electrocuted. That feather-light touch sent shockwaves through my body, as if he’d shoved two fingers deep inside me.
“So sweet,” Adebayo moaned, swirling his tongue around the finger that had just explored my dripping heat. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with mischief. “Are you enjoying this loss of control?”
I couldn’t answer—not when the massive screen showed his thick fingers spreading my pussy lips wide open, not when I could see every glistening, swollen inch of my inner flesh in 4K detail. My gasp echoed through the room as much from the shocking intimacy of the view as from his expert touch.
I’d watched porn before—who hasn’t?—but nothing could prepare me for this out-of-body, out-of-mind experience. Feeling his fingers plunge deep while simultaneously watching it on screen? My brain short-circuited.
“So much juice,” he chuckled, scooping up my creamy arousal with two fingers. Before I could process it, those glistening digits were at my lips. “You want to taste your sweetness?”
I’d sucked my husband’s cock after sex before—no big deal. But this? Being hand-fed my own juices like some erotic communion?
“Open that mouth,” Adebayo commanded, his voice dripping with dominance as he pressed his thick fingers against my lips. His dark eyes burned into mine, daring me to disobey. “You will taste yourself properly before this night finishes.”
With a defiant glare, I sucked his fingers deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them—letting him feel exactly how wet his control made me. When I glanced back at the monitor, the sight nearly made me cum on the spot: his two dark fingers sliding in and out between my lips, glistening with my spit.
“Fuck!” I moaned around his digits, my hips bucking helplessly.
Adebayo’s grin was pure wickedness as he pulled his fingers free with a pop. “Watch the screen,” he ordered, his voice rough with lust.
I watched, transfixed, as he dragged his wet fingers along my swollen, dripping folds—collecting my juices like a man savoring his last meal. Then, with agonising slowness, he let a single, glistening drop fall onto my throbbing clit.
“JESUS CHRIST!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed.
But he wasn’t done. With one hand braced on my thigh to steady the camera, he used the other to tease my clit—just feather-light strokes that sent lightning through my veins.
“OH GOD! OH FUCK! OH SHIIII—” My screams tore through the room as I bucked wildly against the restraints, my knees desperate to snap shut—but the cuffs held firm, forcing me to stay spread open like a damn buffet. I threw my head back, sweat dripping down my neck, but when I looked at Adebayo? This bastard wasn’t even fazed. His eyes were locked on the monitor, his full lips parted in concentration as he balanced the camera with one hand and worked my clit with the other.
“See yourself!” he commanded, angling the screen so I couldn’t look away.
And there I was—my pussy on full display, glistening, pulsing, fucking dripping as his thick, dark fingers circled my pink clit with the precision of a master. The contrast was obscene—his skin against mine, the way my juices coated his fingers, the way my ass clenched on screen with every teasing stroke.
“FUCK! ADEBAYO, PLEASE—DON’T STOP!” I begged, my voice breaking as my hips jerked uselessly in the cuffs. He owned me. Every twitch, every gasp, every drop of slickness pouring out of me—it was all under his control.
“Stop? Me?” He let out a dark, throaty laugh, dipping his fingers lower to scoop up more of my wetness before dragging it back up to my clit. “No way. I want you to watch as I turn you to pure fuckin’ liquid.”
His fingers sped up, flicking faster but not harder—just the way he knew would drive me insane. And my body? It betrayed me completely. My pussy lips were spread wide, swollen, begging, each stroke sending thick, lewd ropes of arousal down my thighs.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” My back arched violently, but the cuffs held me spread wide open—no escape, no mercy. On the monitor, my glistening pussy lips trembled like Jell-O, each desperate clench magnified in high definition as his fingers worked me closer to the edge.
“Come on” Adebayo growled—whether to me or to my dripping cunt, I didn’t know. His voice was rough velvet, coaxing, demanding. “Let it go for me.”
The screen showed everything—my ass muscles tightening, my inner walls fluttering wildly, that moment right before—
“OHHHHHHH GOD! YESSSSSS!”
My scream tore through the room as the orgasm exploded through me, my pussy gushing like a broken pipe. Cream flooded the sheets as my body shook like a leaf in a harmattan wind, my head thrashing side to side.
“Look!” Adebayo commanded, gripping my chin, forcing my bleary eyes back to the screen. “See how your sweet pussy dances for me!”
There it was—my swollen, fucked-out lips still pulsing, quivering like they were begging for more.
“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” he whispered, voice dripping with worship.
“Never—AH!—fuck!” I gasped, mind blown. If two fingers could wreck me like this…
Before I could even catch my breath, Adebayo was already on his knees, spreading my thighs wider, his dark, muscular frame a sinful contrast against my trembling skin. On the monitor, the camera captured every obscene detail—his broad shoulders, my flushed body, and the glistening mess between my legs that he was about to devour.
“Fuck! Adebayo, I have not even recovered from the last one!” I whimpered as his tongue—hot, wet, and wicked—dragged through my soaked pussy, lapping up my juices like a man starved.
The monitor showed it all: his dark head buried between my thighs, my hips jerking off the bed, my fingers clawing at the sheets. The sight alone should have been enough to finish me, but the way his tongue worked me—flicking, sucking, teasing—sent fresh tremors through my oversensitive body.
I thought I knew oral sex—my husband eats me out like it’s his last meal before execution, and don’t get me wrong, the man knows his way around a clit. But Adebayo? This naughty bastard was rewriting the fucking syllabus.
Maybe it was because I was still buzzing from my last orgasm, still slick and sensitive. Or maybe it was the way his tongue moved—not just licking, not just sucking, but worshipping my pussy like it held the secret to eternal life. Whatever it was, he wasn’t just making my clit throb—he had my whole damn body shaking like a Pentecostal sister catching the Holy Ghost.
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