You’re standing behind her. Sooky’s on the phone, sprawled on the chair, completely unaware — and her friend’s voice is right there in your left ear, tinny and far away while you fill the rest of the room. Then something moves at the edge of the frame. Her friend tells her. She turns. Nothing. She turns again and you’re already there — mask on, looming, close enough to feel. The way she looks up at you from that angle, eye contact dead-on, is the whole hook.
Then her eyes drop. She sees the outline straining in your pants.
She doesn’t hang up. She folds down to her knees right in front of the lens, drags your pants off you and frees that thick cock — and it looks huge from here. The mask and the size of it have her soaked. She takes you in her mouth slow and hungry, looking up at you the whole time, spit running down her chin, those soft wet sounds layered under the phone call still going in your ear. She’s holding the phone the entire time. You never lose her face.
You bend her over the chair and push in from behind — full view of her ass, her knuckles white on the phone, the mask still on and still silent above her. Then you flip her onto her back. Missionary, her legs open toward you, driving deep into her dripping pussy while she half-talks to her friend between breaths. She slides down to the floor, sucks you clean, then climbs up and rides you cowgirl — hips rolling, tits in frame, moans cracking into the call.
She comes hard around your cock, thighs shaking, and you watch it happen up close.
Then you pull her off, push her back to her knees and finish across her face — thick ropes of cum landing on her lips and cheeks, right in front of the lens, close enough to touch. She stays there, breathing hard, mask still on you, phone still in her hand.
Silence on the other end. Her friend gave up on the conversation a while ago.
The monster was exactly what she wanted.
