Are you ready?

He asked, angling the camera on the table.

She already got dressed in her tiny lingerie, waiting for him to come to her and start

what they had been looking forward to.

The days went by so easily with Justin, right by her side,

and she didn't want to let him go when things were getting so sweet.

Hit record, Justin.

She whispered, turning her ass to the camera. He chuckled, leaving it and coming to her.

As soon as he got to her, his hands wrapped around her neck, lifting her to him. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply until her eyes fluttered shut.

She couldn't think of anything else right then, and she let go of all inhibitions, unable to control herself anymore.

She scratched down his arm, gently, pulling him on top of her, and relishing the

soft grunt he let out. She had wanted this for so long, and now that she was finally getting it,

it felt surreal. They pulled away from their kiss for a second, panting with

their foreheads pressed against each other. She kept her eyes on him as he went lower, pecking her

cheek. He laid sloppy kisses on her skin.

Ariana moaned, parting her thighs some more, so he could come between them.

The space between them was still much larger than she would have preferred.

She didn't want to have to deal with any space when he could as well be molded against her.

She moaned as he went lower, nibbling on her neck.

He sank his teeth into her soft flesh, and she jerked forward, only getting pushed back by his body. She gasped when he sucked on her skin,

lapping at the spot he bit her. What is it, Ariana? He whispered, going lower. You see,

the camera isn't so bad. She swallowed at how aroused his gaze on her was.

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