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“Switch on your camera,” Carla breathed, her voice sharp, hungry, carrying that edge of command that made Lisa’s chest tighten.
Lisa froze for half a second, staring at her like she hadn’t heard right. “m..my camera?” she repeated, half a laugh, half a nervous choke, but Carla’s eyes cut into her; dark and daring.
“Yeah, babe. You heard me. We’re not wasting tonight. You wanna play with me?” Carla’s lips curved, smug and wicked.
Lisa swallowed hard, heat crawling up her neck. “You? W..wanna make a porno?”
“Dead serious.” Carla leaned in, close enough Lisa could feel the warm brush of her breath. “Come on baby, let’s make a movie, just for the two of us.”
And with that, Lisa wasted no time. She grabbed her phone off the table, hands only trembling slightly as she flicked open the camera app. The little red record light blinked to life, innocently damning.
“There we go,” Carla murmured, her gaze locked on the lens, then back on Lisa like she was undressing her with every look. “See? Doesn’t take much. Just point it, love. I’ll do the rest.”
Lisa’s laugh cracked, breathless, betraying nerves and something far filthier. “Cocky. You think you’re that good?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Carla purred, stepping back just enough to peel off her top, slow and deliberate, revealing smooth skin and the black lace she’d clearly picked with intent. “You know I'm more than good.”
The sight punched the air from Lisa’s lungs. She tightened her grip on the phone, the recording already catching her shaky inhale.
Carla tilted her head, smirk wicked. “Say it. Tell me you’re already wet just watching me.”
Lisa’s throat closed, defiance battling the truth. But her voice betrayed her with a rough edge. “You wish.”
“Oh, I don’t wish. I know.” Carla’s hand slid down, teasing at the waistband of her skirt, her eyes never breaking contact with the camera, or Lisa. “Come on, babe. Be honest for once. Tell the camera how desperate you are.”
Lisa shifted on her feet, thighs pressing together in spite of herself.
And Carla laughed, low, throaty, victorious. “That’s it. Already half gone, aren’t you? Keep the camera steady. We need to get every angle”
Carla’s laugh lingered in the air. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own skirt, teasing it down inch by inch, as though she had all the time in the world.
Lisa held the phone rigid, the recording light glaring. Her eyes darted between the screen and Carla, chest heaving, pretending to be calm but failing miserably.
“You’re really doing this,” Lisa muttered, her voice rough, almost accusing.
“Course I am,” Carla said, smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “You think I’m shy? Baby, I was made for a camera.”
Her skirt slipped to the floor, pooling at her heels, and she stepped out with deliberate elegance. Now only in black lace, Carla posed shamelessly under Lisa’s lens.
Lisa licked her lips, muttering, “fff..uck..carla..” as though it were a prayer.
“Say it louder,” Carla demanded, tilting her head, her dark eyes glinting. “Come on baby, let the camera hear how I’ve got you swearing already.”
Lisa swallowed, grip tightening on the phone. “You’re such a cocky bitch.”
Carla’s smirk widened. “And you love it. Don’t even try and deny it. You’ve been staring at me all day, thinking I didn’t notice” She ran a hand slowly over her stomach, grazing the edge of lace.
“Now you don’t just get to watch. You get to keep it. Replay it when you’re alone. Think about me making you come again and again.”
Lisa’s breath caught, a strangled sound escaping before she bit her lip hard.
“Mm,” Carla hummed approvingly. “There it is. That little gasp. Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Lisa tried for bravado. “You talk too much.”
“Do I?” Carla stepped forward, close enough for Lisa to smell her perfume, warm and intoxicating. “Or is it that you can’t stand how much you want me saying it to you?”
Lisa’s mouth went dry.
Carla leaned in, lips brushing Lisa’s ear, words soft and filthy. “I know you’re dripping wet just holdin’ that phone.”
Lisa’s hand shook visibly on the device, betraying her. “Fuck’s sake…”
Carla pulled back, eyes dancing with amusement, and reached for Lisa’s free hand. Slowly, deliberately, she guided it to the clasp of her bra. “Go on, then. If you’re not desperate, prove it. Undo me.”
Lisa froze, pulse hammering in her throat. The camera’s red light blinked. Carla arched a brow, daring her.
And Lisa, teeth gritted, gave in fingers fumbling over the clasp.
The lace loosened, straps sliding down pale shoulders until Carla shrugged it off, breasts bared without shame.
Lisa’s breath hitched hard, and Carla’s smirk returned in full force. “Atta girl.”
Carla basked in Lisa’s stare, in the way her jaw went slack despite the effort to look unfazed. She tilted her chin, hands on her hips, bare chest rising with each slow breath.
“Don’t just gawk, babe,” Carla drawled, glancing at the phone lens with deliberate mischief. “The camera deserves better than that. Say it. Tell me how good I look.”
Lisa dragged her eyes away from Carla’s body, focusing on the screen as though it might steady her. It didn’t. Her voice cracked under the weight of heat. “You look… fuckin’ unreal.”
“That’s more like it.” Carla reached out, curling two fingers under Lisa’s chin, forcing her gaze back up. “Now, your turn.”
Lisa blinked.
“Strip,” Carla said simply, like it was the most obvious command in the world. “Slow. For me. For the camera. I’ve given you a show, now you give me one.”
Carla leaned back on the bed, stretching out like a queen awaiting tribute, every inch of her body an invitation and a dare. “C’mon, love. Off with it. I want the camera to catch the exact second you give in.”
Lisa’s heart hammered. She set the phone down on the dresser, angled so the little red light still blinked at them. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt, pausing mid-lift. “You’re enjoyin’ this too much.”
“Damn right I am,” Carla purred. “Now hurry up before I lose my patience and rip it off myself.”
Lisa’s breath stuttered, nerves and want tangling. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled her shirt over her head, exposing her bra; plain, nothing like Carla’s lace, but the hunger in Carla’s eyes said it didn’t matter.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Carla murmured, sitting up a little straighter, eyes devouring her. “Keep goin’.”
Lisa’s hands trembled as they slid to her jeans. “You’ve turned into a director now, have you?”
Carla smirked, voice low, commanding. “Tonight, yeah. And you…..” her gaze raked over Lisa like a physical touch “....are my star.”
Lisa shivered under the weight of it, fingers fumbling at the button of her jeans.
Carla’s voice softened, teasing but coaxing. “That’s it, babe. Nice and slow. Let the camera see you.”
Lisa tugged the denim down, kicking them aside, left in nothing but her underwear. Her skin burned under Carla’s stare, but she squared her shoulders. “Happy?”
Carla’s grin was feral. “Not even close. But we’re gettin’ there.”
Carla’s eyes swept over Lisa, slow and deliberate, like she was savouring every exposed inch. She stood from the bed, bare feet soundless against the floor, and crossed the small space between them.
Lisa tensed, breath catching as Carla stopped just close enough for their bodies to nearly touch.
“Look at you,” Carla murmured, fingertips ghosting over Lisa’s arm, so light it was barely contact. Lisa’s jaw worked, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an answer.
Carla smirked, leaning in until her lips brushed the shell of Lisa’s ear. “You’re trembling. The camera can probably see it.”
Lisa’s whole body shivered. “Piss off.”
“Mm,” Carla purred, hand sliding down to Lisa’s waist, thumb pressing just under the hem of her underwear. “That what you really want? Me to stop?”
Lisa hesitated, silence stretching, before forcing out a shaky: “...No.”
“Didn’t think so.” Carla’s fingers trailed lower, tugging lightly at the elastic. “Soaked already, aren’t you? Let’s find out.”
Her hand slipped inside before Lisa could protest, fingers brushing over damp heat through slick folds. Lisa’s gasp tore the air, sharp and raw, head tipping back against the wall behind her.
Carla’s grin was wicked triumph. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked”
Lisa’s breath came ragged.
Carla pressed a little harder, circling just enough to make Lisa’s legs tremble. “And the camera’s catchin’ every second of you losin’ it.”
Lisa’s free hand shot out, gripping Carla’s shoulder as if to anchor herself. “Carla…” her voice cracked, breaking somewhere between plea and warning.
Carla’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Say my name like that again. Go on. Beg for it.”
Lisa bit her lip hard, trying to hold back, but her hips rolled forward, chasing Carla’s fingers. A broken sound escaped her throat.
“Christ, listen to you,” Carla whispered, pressing a soft kiss just below Lisa’s ear. “Pretend all you like, babe. You’re mine now. And the whole fuckin’ world can watch if I want ‘em to.”
Carla’s fingers stayed right where they were, barely moving, just enough to make Lisa’s body beg for more without giving it.
“You’re holding back,” Carla murmured, her lips grazing Lisa’s jaw. “Why? You think the camera doesn’t already know how wet you are for me?”
Lisa clenched her teeth, jaw tight. “I’m not givin’ you the satisfaction.”
Carla chuckled low in her throat, dragging her fingers slowly upward, deliberately avoiding Lisa’s clit. “Sweetheart, you already have. One shaky breath and I had you.”
Lisa’s head dropped forward onto Carla’s shoulder, hiding her face. “You’re insufferable.”
Carla caught Lisa’s chin and tilted her face back up, forcing her to meet her eyes. “Look at the lens. Go on. Show it how much you want me.”
Lisa’s stomach flipped, but the command in Carla’s voice was iron. Slowly, reluctantly, she turned her body to the camera, lips parted, chest heaving.
Carla smirked, brushing her thumb across Lisa’s swollen bottom lip. “There’s my good girl.”
Lisa bristled, snapping, “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, I’ll call you what I like. And deep down…” Carla’s voice dropped to a filthy whisper, “...you love it. You love me takin’ control. You love me makin’ you whimper.”
“I don’t….” Lisa’s denial cut off with a gasp as Carla’s fingers pressed down harder, stroking once, slow and devastating.
Her laugh was pure sin. “Say you need my fingers inside you.”
Lisa shook her head, breathless, refusing, but her body betrayed her…hips rocking forward, thighs trembling.
Carla kissed her hard, sudden, silencing her protest. When she pulled back, Lisa’s lips were red and wet, eyes blown wide.
“You’re mine, Lisa Swain,” Carla whispered against her mouth. “And the camera’s gonna watch me ruin you.”
Carla’s smirk lingered as she inserted two fingers inside, slow, deliberate, sliding through Lisa’s wetness like they’d been made for her.
Lisa’s head thudded back against the wall, a raw moan ripping out of her before she could swallow it down. Her thighs clenched around Carla’s wrist, but her hips rolled forward helplessly, greedy for more.
“Fuckin’ hell, listen to you,” Carla breathed, curling her fingers just enough to make Lisa’s whole body jolt. “The neighbours’ll hear if you’re not careful. Not that you care. Bet you’d love that…everyone knowing I’ve got you screaming.”
Lisa’s nails dug into Carla’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut. “Shut up,” she panted, voice breaking.
Carla laughed, low and wicked, her thumb brushing deliberately light circles over Lisa’s clit. “Say that again and I’ll stop. Right now. Camera’ll catch you beggin’ me to keep goin’.”
Lisa’s eyes flew open, panic and need warring in them. “Don’t you dare…”
“Then beg for it.” Carla’s lips hovered over hers, taunting, her fingers still moving inside, deeper now, curling with every thrust. “Say my name. Say it for the camera.”
Carla tilted Lisa’s head to look at the camera directly.
Lisa choked on a sound, half-whimper, half-curse. Her pride fought every word, but her body was already betraying her, hips grinding down on Carla’s hand, breath breaking in sharp, desperate gasps.
“Carla,” she groaned, the name dragged out of her throat like a confession.
Carla’s grin turned feral. “That’s it, babe. Louder.”
“Carla!”
“Mm, good girl.” Carla captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing the noise as her fingers worked harder, faster, pushing deep and curling
In….
Out….
In….
Out….
Lisa was trembling against her. “You feel that? That’s me hittin’ you just right. And it’s all on tape, sweetheart. Every whimper, every filthy little sound.”
Lisa’s head tipped back again, her moans spilling unchecked now, broken pleas tumbling out between curses. “Please…fuck…don’t stop…”
Carla’s laugh was breathless but triumphant, lips trailing hot kisses down Lisa’s throat.
“Knew I’d have you beggin’. Look at the state of you, babe. Proper mess already.”
The camera’s red light blinked on, silent and steady, recording everything, Lisa arching into Carla’s hand, Carla’s filthy whisper against her ear, the sharp wet sounds of fingers thrusting faster, harder.
“Come on,” Carla urged, her voice rough with lust. “Give it to me. Let the camera see how you fall apart for me.”
Lisa cried out, body seizing as the orgasm hit hard and fast, pleasure crashing through her like a wave. Her thighs shook, nails raked down Carla’s back, and her voice wrecked, desperate; rang through the room.
Carla held her there, fingers relentless, working her through every aftershock until Lisa sagged against the wall, wrecked and panting.
Then Carla pulled back just enough to tilt Lisa’s chin up to the camera. “That’s mine,” she purred, smug and breathless. “Every fuckin’ second of it.”
Lisa slumped against the wall, chest heaving, hair stuck damp to her temples. She was a beautiful mess, and Carla drank in the sight like fine wine.
“Don’t think you’re done, babe,” Carla whispered, brushing slick fingers across Lisa’s swollen lips. “That was just the opening scene.”
Lisa groaned, muffled protest. “Carla, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” Carla cut her off, voice firm, teasing and cruel all at once.
“You’ll give me another. And another, if I say so. ‘Cause right now…” she tilted Lisa’s chin toward the blinking camera light, “...you’re my star. And I don’t stop rolling until I’ve got the perfect take.”
Lisa’s knees wobbled, threatening to give way, but Carla caught her, guiding her down onto the bed. She laid her flat, spreading her thighs wide, ignoring the mumbled curse that slipped from Lisa’s lips.
Carla smirked. “Language, sweetheart. Or I’ll make you apologise into the lens.”
Lisa shot her a weak glare. “You’re fuckin’ evil.”
Carla climbed between her legs, eyes devouring her with shameless hunger. “Evil looks good on camera.”
She slid down, lips brushing over Lisa’s inner thigh, teasing, taunting. Each kiss edged closer, never quite giving what Lisa’s body screamed for.
Lisa fisted the sheets, her voice breaking. “Carla, please…”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Carla’s breath ghosted over her, making Lisa arch. “Keep beggin’, babe. Make it sound good for the tape.”
Lisa swore again, louder this time, her voice shaking.
Carla laughed softly. “God, you’re filthy. And you’re mine.”
Then she dropped her mouth to Lisa’s cunt, tongue dragging through slick heat with devastating precision.
Lisa’s scream split the air, raw and unrestrained, her hips jerking up.
The camera caught it all; the desperate way she bucked, the way her hand shot down to tangle in Carla’s hair, pulling hard.
Carla groaned against her, voice muffled but clear in intent: “That’s it, love. Fuck my mouth. Show the lens how bad you need me.”
Lisa’s whole body shook, caught between defiance and surrender. “I love you,” she gasped, the words ruined by the moan that followed.
Carla smirked up at her, lips shiny, tongue circling mercilessly. “I love you more, baby”
Carla pulled back at last, lips glistening, fingers slick, but her eyes never left Lisa’s. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the red light of the camera still blinking silently, documenting every messy second.
Lisa lay there, chest heaving, limbs heavy, hair stuck to her damp skin. Her body trembled slightly, still buzzing from the aftershocks, and she dared a glance at Carla.
Carla finally leaned back, letting her fingers trail lazily over Lisa’s still-trembling sides. Her gaze flicked to the small camera on the side table, blinking innocently like it had recorded every filthy second.
“You know what?” Carla murmured, reaching for it. “I think it’s time we see how good we really are.”
Lisa groaned softly, burying her face in Carla’s shoulder. “Do we really have to watch that?”
Carla smirked, brushing damp strands of hair from Lisa’s face. “Oh, we have to. You wanna know why? Because the camera doesn’t lie, sweetheart. And I wanna see every mess you made for me.”
Reluctantly, Lisa rolled onto her side, still flushed and trembling, as Carla picked up the device and switched it off. The red light went dead.
Carla pressed a soft and gentle kiss to the tip of Lisa’s nose. Then she tapped the screen. “Let’s check the footage. Gotta admire our handiwork, don’t we?”
Lisa groaned, laughing weakly as Carla swiped through clips. “Bloody hell, we’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” Carla purred, leaning down to press her lips to Lisa’s, tasting her still-sweet breath. “We’re perfect. Look at this,” she said, thumb swiping over the screen to pause a frame of Lisa arching, mouth open, pussy wet and wide and desperate. “That’s my girl, completely undone, just for me.”
Lisa bit her lip, cheeks flaming. “Stop, Carla. I can’t… I’m too wrecked.”
“Good,” Carla murmured against her lips. “Exactly how I like you. Messy, moaning, and mine. And you? You’re smiling at yourself too, admit it.”
Lisa groaned, leaning into Carla, letting her press lazy, teasing kisses along her jaw and collarbone. “Maybe a little…”
“Mm,” Carla purred, smirking against her hair. “That’s my girl. And tonight? That’s enough. We’ll leave the rest for another time.”
Lisa huffed a breathy laugh, curling against Carla, body still tingling, mind foggy and spent. “Now, we gotta hope no one hacks my phone”
“Oi” Carla’s grin was soft now, triumphant but affectionate.
And with that, they collapsed into a tangle of limbs, laughter, and lingering heat, the night ending messy, ridiculous, and perfectly theirs.