Drunk sex with my man and ex girlfriend
Last Wednesday, my ex girlfriend and fuckbuddy, and I met again. We drank beer and lost ourselves in each other upon my couch. His hand between my legs, her mouth upon his neck, I suddenly said, "Wait. We should film this." I propped my phone against a book, angled toward us. No perfection, simply us, intoxicated and hungry, performing for the lens.
She climbed atop him right there, lowered herself onto his erect member with a groan the microphone captured perfectly. I watched, fingers circling my clitoris, pleasure building rapidly from the sight.
Then I joined, positioned myself over his face, lowered my sex onto his waiting mouth. His tongue found my clitoris immediately, sucking with firm pressure while she rode him above. The phone captured his tongue upon me, his member disappearing into her, our bodies moving in synchronized rhythm.
My peak built rapidly, wine amplifying every sensation. My thighs shook violently around his head, breath arriving in desperate gasps, hips grinding without restraint. The pleasure mounted until it finally released. I screamed, back arching completely off the couch, walls clenching around his tongue in rhythmic, pulsing waves that continued endlessly. Pure ecstasy radiated outward, vision whiting out, toes curling, fingers cramping as I gripped the cushions. I shook uncontrollably, entire body convulsing, screams filling the room while the phone recorded my complete undoing. It was the most intense peak I had experienced, amplified by the lens, her presence, the sheer intensity of sharing him.
She kept riding through my peak, movements frantic. Then she reached her own summit, screaming with hoarse voice, walls clenching him so intensely his face contorted. She collapsed forward, shaking violently, while he gripped her hips and kept thrusting upward, extending her pleasure through every spasm.
Then we both attended to him, mouths meeting around his shaft, hands stroking in tandem. He reached his peak with both our mouths open. Thick ropes across my face, then hers, coating chins, lips, tongues extended to receive him. The phone captured every spurt, our messy kiss sharing his taste.
Now I possess this video. I view it when I wish to recall how perfectly we surrendered to pleasure with the man we had both desired.