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JOI with Lena: POV

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The camera flickers on.

Lena is already on her knees. The floor beneath her is soft carpet, marked with a faint imprint from her thighs where she's been waiting. Her red one-piece swimsuit hugs every inch of her, stretched tight over her curves without a single wrinkle or slack. The glossy fabric molds to her hips and chest like it was sculpted onto her bare skin. It digs into her hips, high-cut to the point of indecency, and wraps across her breasts so tight her nipples press forward in hard peaks beneath the glossy stretch. Her skin is flushed. Her chest rises and falls with slow, steady breaths, but there's tension behind it. Like she's been holding back. Like she's already aching.

She looks into the camera and smiles. There's nothing shy about it. Her eyes flick down, then up, slowly, deliberately.

"There you are," she murmurs, voice dripping with hunger. She settles back on her heels and spreads her thighs enough for the fabric to ride up, vanishing into the split between her folds.

"I needed to see you. Needed to feel you watching me."

Her hands move slowly. One glides over her inner thigh, nails dragging with a teasing pressure. The other reaches beside her, picking up the dildo. It's thick, long, and textured with a shape that demands attention the moment her fingers close around it.JOI with Lena: POV фото

She begins to stroke it slowly, deliberately. Her grip is firm and rhythmic, palm twisting near the head as she pumps it with practiced control. Her gaze stays locked on the lens.

"I've been aching for this. For you. Watching. Touching yourself because I want you to. Not because you need it. Because I do."

She strokes faster. One hand slides beneath the other, both working in unison. She handles it like she means it.

"Take your cock out. I want to see it. I want to imagine it throbbing for me."

She shifts again. The red swimsuit rides higher. The darkened fabric clings between her legs, showing the shape of her pussy in graphic detail. When she presses her fingers there, her breath catches.

"Look at me. Look at what you do to me. I'm dripping, and all I've done is think about you."

She pulls the crotch aside. Her folds are bare, flushed, slick from heat. She's open and pulsing, aching for more.

"Stroke for me. Do it slow. I want to watch your hand move while I play with mine."

Her rhythm on the toy picks up. Her free hand slides back to her clit, circling with pressure that makes her hips stutter.

"I want this. I want your cock in me. Want to ride you until you lose it."

Her thighs tremble. Her moans deepen.

"Faster. You heard me. Show me how hard you are for me. Show me you want to come because I want it."

She straddles the toy now, hips rolling forward as she grinds against the thick ridges. Then she shifts, slipping the base of the dildo between her thighs, angling it so the length points upward, nestled right against the curve of her pussy. Her hips begin to move with purpose, humping the shaft with slow, desperate friction while one hand grips the base and strokes it--mimicking a cock being pumped from the root. The motion makes her thighs shake. Her clit grinds into the surface with every forward thrust.

"Fuck... feels so full. So deep. Just like that. God, I need more. I need to be split open, stretched wider, filled harder. Keep going. Don't stop. I'm not stopping until I can't take another second."

She rocks harder, body rolling over it like she's lost in need, the rhythm of her hips and hand building together into something frantic.

She lifts the toy again, pumping it harder while her hips work the air, clit twitching under her fingers.

"Come. Right now. Do it for me. Come because it's all I've wanted."

Her body arches. Her legs lock. Her mouth falls open as she crashes into orgasm, every muscle tense and straining. The dildo slips from her hand. She falls back onto her heels, breathing in hard, uneven bursts.

She meets the lens again. Hair clinging to her face. Lips parted.

"I needed that. Hope you did too."

Cut to black.

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The camera flicks on.

"Thank you for the tip, baby." Lena is already smiling, voice low and sultry, laced with something close to anticipation. "You wanted premium? You're about to get every inch of it."

She's on her knees, topless, sheer white pantyhose clinging to her legs with a glossy, almost oily sheen that catches the light with every subtle movement. The fabric clings like it was poured over her skin, highlighting the lines of her thighs and calves, every curve visible through the glinting mesh. The crotch is split wide, framing her pussy so explicitly it looks like the pantyhose were made just for this. Thighs spread wide with a confidence that borders on hunger. Her skin glows with a sheen of heat, nipples stiff, chest rising and falling in shallow, expectant breaths like she's been edging herself just waiting for the chance to let go. Her eyes don't waver. She's flushed, focused, and soaked before she's even touched the toy.

At her feet, it waits.

Ten thick inches of silicone designed to overwhelm. The shaft curves upward with calculated menace, its dark purple surface segmented and ridged in the kind of alien detail that dares her to take it. The tip narrows subtly, only to widen quickly with every inch downward, a steady increase in girth meant to test her patience and her stretch. Along one side, clusters of raised, rounded suction cups spiral down in a pattern that looks disturbingly lifelike, mimicking the texture of an octopus's arm. It's not sleek. It's not cute. It's built to challenge her.

Lena's smirk is slow and knowing. There's nothing innocent about it. "You paid for this. So watch closely."

She shifts to straddle it, every movement deliberate, every sway of her hips flaunting the curve of her waist and the glint of damp fabric between her legs. Her panties are deep violet nylon, nearly translucent with arousal, hugging her pussy tight enough that the outline of her lips presses clear through the sheen. She leans forward, her chest lifting, breasts swaying slightly as she aligns herself. Her breathing quickens.

She rocks her hips once. The tip nudges between her cheeks, She lets out a breathless, startled laugh. "Oh fuck," she gasps, the surprise in her voice as real as the heat blooming across her face.

She grabs the lube, coats the shaft in a thick ribbon, and spreads it with a steady palm, making sure every inch gleams. Then she coats her fingers again, this time pressing them between her legs, spreading the warm gel over her folds. Her touch is slow, indulgent. She circles her clit in lazy spirals, then presses lower, parting herself, working the lube in with little flicks and strokes that make her hips twitch. It's not just prep. It's a performance, and she wants to savor it. Her fingers glide down to guide the tip between her folds, where heat has already gathered. She doesn't rush. She presses down just enough to feel the resistance and begins a slow grind. Not pushing it in yet. Just teasing herself with the shape, the texture, letting the toy rub against her soaked entrance as her hips move in tight, tempting circles.

She fucks it with control. No slamming. No showy thrusts. Her hips move in slow, sensual patterns, letting the ridges drag over her clit and lips, stroking her open with every careful rock. She moans under her breath, mouth parted, head tilted back as she lets herself feel it.

"You watching this? You better be. I'm not doing this for free." She giggles softly, the sound low and wicked.

"Mmm... fuck, this stretch! It's so much!"

She lowers a little more, letting another inch push in. Her body reacts, thighs tightening, stomach flexing. She shifts, adjusts, and keeps moving, never still, always grinding. Her movements grow needier. Her breathing shortens. Her voice gets rougher.

"Deeper... god... it's hitting places I didn't know were real..."

Every inch she takes feels earned. She chases the stretch with every drop of her hips, her moans rising in broken little gasps. The toy doesn't give easily. The thickness challenges her, stretching her past comfort, but she doesn't hesitate. Her body adjusts, rhythm deepening as she rides through the resistance, claiming every inch with mounting determination.

By the time the thickest part slides in, she's trembling. Her thighs quiver. Her hands drop to the floor behind her for balance as she works herself on the widest stretch of the toy, rocking, panting, fucking it.

Her rhythm shifts. She throws her head back, arms locked behind her, spine arched deep to push her hips forward and down. Her chest rises, nipples taut. She breathes through her teeth. Sweat glistens on her stomach, and every motion builds a pressure inside her that's impossible to ignore.

She rides it with slow, brutal control. Each thrust is deliberate, her breath catching with every grind as her hips keep driving her down, deeper each time, the pace relentless and deliberate. The tension inside her coils tighter with every motion, building to something almost unbearable. Her hips drop again. And again. Each time the ridges drag over her walls, suction cups brushing tender spots that make her whimper, the toy teasing sounds out of her throat she didn't know she had. The toy doesn't just fill her. It demands something from her with every inch. The ridges catch along her walls, the suction cups press and tease, sending jolts through her core that she can't ignore. Each thrust pulls a sound from her lips, raw and real, her body caught between resistance and surrender. Breaking her in with every wet, measured stroke. She moans louder. Her pace builds, each thrust more desperate, her body chasing the high as pressure swells behind her eyes and moans slip out before she can hold them back.

"You like watching me work for it?" Her voice comes out breathy, unsteady. "This... this isn't even all the way yet..."

Every sound from her is raw now, nothing held back.

Her panties are useless now, tugged to the side, forgotten. Her pussy grips the toy with greedy precision, dragging along its length with each thrust like her body can't get enough.

She leans back and shifts her weight, one hand finding her clit while the other braces behind her, pushing her chest up, which arches her back and forces her hips to roll even deeper onto the toy, pulling a sharp response from her body the moment she settles into the motion.

"Yes... right there... fuck, keep watching..."

Her hips grind harder. Her thighs flex. Her head drops forward.

"Fucking hell! It's so thick!"

A low cry slips out from deep in her chest.

She stares ahead with glassy eyes, and her voice breaks on a moan so rough it barely sounds human. Her whole body locks tight. She drops hard. Her thighs clamp around the toy.

She doesn't scream. Her voice rips out of her in a wild, broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a cry of relief.

Her orgasm hits like a jolt of lightning. Her back arches. Her hands claw the floor. Her entire body shakes as she grinds through it, hips still moving, chasing every last pulse. Her stomach tightens. Her breath comes in ragged bursts. Her fingers press harder on her clit. Her thighs tremble violently. The pleasure doesn't stop. It keeps crashing over her in wave after wave until her arms finally give out and she folds forward.

Her face presses to the floor.

"Ahhh, nngh, fuuuck..."

Her mouth opens.

"Nnngh... can't... take it... it's too much..."

A moan she can't quite finish spills out. Her body twitches with every aftershock. The toy stays rooted inside her, thick and unforgiving, buried as deep as her body allowed.

She stays there for a long moment, breath catching in shallow waves, too spent to lift herself, too overwhelmed to even shift her weight. Her chest heaves in slow, uneven pulses. Sweat coats her skin in a glossy sheen that highlights every curve and tremble. Her thighs twitch with the lingering echoes of release, and her nipples remain firm, flushed from the intensity. Every part of her looks used, glowing, and deeply satisfied--but her limbs won't listen yet.

She blinks up at the camera slowly, dazed and flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, her voice raw.

"That ended too fucking fast."

Cut to black.

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(To be continued)

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