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 I've just cleaned my more than messy house and am rewarding myself by viewing a homemade porno-directed by me and starring my girlfriend with a guest appearance by a wild bunch of dildos. The movie starts off with my girlfriend bending over the side of our bed in a short, Catholic schoolgirl-type skirt. I can hear myself directing her to slowly lift one side of her skirt up. She does, pulling her skirt a little higher and standing on her tiptoes, causing her round ass to lift up high. She arches her back, her tight stomach pushing against the bed. My dick is already starting to swell. I have watched this movie at least twenty times now, and I'm not even close to getting bored. "You're such a good little girl," my voice on film sounds shaky - and I remember how excited I was getting at that moment. The camera panned back so I could see her arms and shoulders. Then I slowly zoomed the camera in, filling the viewfinder with her tight body. I can hear my disembodied voice on the video, telling her that I'm going to spank her for being such a bad little slut. Hell yes, the threat (or promise) of me spanking her had her juices flowing like mad. A stream dripped down past her knees. I placed my hand into the picture, catching her come then smearing it back on her pussy, inner thighs and ass. I watch my video-self slowly rub and knead one of her ass cheeks, preparing it for a firm strike. The initial slap produced a sharp sigh.  I continued spanking; jamming three fingers up her cunt while my thumb probed her ass. She started begging me to fuck her with one of her toys. I was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted. But instead of what she was probably expecting (me to use one of the smaller ones), I grabbed the biggest-a two-sided double dong. I got on my knees, making sure my head didn't obstruct the video camera's view.I spread her apart with my fingers and rubbed the smaller of the two heads against her insanely swollen nub. I began inserting the monstrous rubber cock. The dick initially resisted, but with a little TLC and even more elbow grease, her dripping wet pussy began to accept my gift. Using two hands, I slowly but firmly guided the dildo deep inside her. Her first sounds of loud grunts changed to holy shit with a few fuck, I can't and oh gods thrown in. Watching my girl handle this monster cock had my own dick rock-fucking-hard. But this movie wasn't about my dick or me, this film was all about her. I continued to dildo-fuck the hell out of her. She rotated her hips while one of her hands squeezed her tits. The other hand rubbed tiny circles on her clit. Soon she began screaming fuck you, stop, I'm going to come. I smiled and sped up. She bucked her hips up and down; the tremors began in her legs and I knew she was getting close. Seconds before she climaxed, she yanked the enormous dick out of her while continuing her own rapid clit massage. My jaw dropped and eyes bugged as I watched her body shake uncontrollably. A stream of come shot directly into my face, soaking me. She collapsed on her side, gasping for breath. I've never seen female ejaculation. To be honest, I thought it was a myth, but now I'm a believer. Not only seeing it� but feeling it, smelling it, tasting it all over my face. I remembered everything as if it was just happening. As if I wasn't merely watching it on video, but like I was licking it off my lips at that very moment. It was too fucking much. I was almost about to shoot my load right onto the TV when I heard the door open. I quickly pressed stop, but my girlfriend had already walked in. "What are you doing?" she asked, a little smirk running across her face. I smiled, embarrassed. I could feel my face turning red. "You're watching our porn movie, aren't you?" she chided me. "I see it turned you on." She looked at my cock in my hand, still hard as a hammer. She giggled and I smiled. I couldn't speak. I was praying that she would want to reenact what I had just watched. "I like seeing you excited," she whispered. She pushed me down onto the bed. "I have my own idea for a video," her raspy voice was laced with mischief. "Take your clothes off," she said. "It's my turn to direct." I smiled. I've always wanted my name in lights.
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