I like my male protagonist.
Too lazy to figure out what kind of liking it is—maybe the not-so-familiar kind, or the kind where recalling his thrusting and pounding always makes my whole body go soft.
I've also forgotten how it started; by the time I realized it, we had already begun posting erotic live videos on the account.
It was that time, I think, when he went to work in the northwest and on the way back we arranged to meet in a midpoint room—the time he showed up wearing a full-face helmet, scaring me so much I almost ran away. This person always calmly does silly things I've never understood, yet they're very attractive.
But none of that compares to the contrast he shows in bed.
When I'm under him, my view is filled with a vast expanse of chest and abs, and below that, the beautiful spectacle of myself being thrust in and out. I can't help but grab the phone beside me and capture the captivating erotic landscape before my eyes.
He sees me filming, so he films too. Thus during rear entry, we got a dual top-bottom angle version attacking from both sides: mine is the BPM180 breast shaking, his is the intense pounding scene of first entering a woman's body clad in erotic lace (this must come with a photo).