Storm Surge

Lightning split the sky outside, and in that same second, I had Lena pressed up against the wall of the cabin. Her wet hair clung to her neck, her blouse plastered to her tits, outlining her hard nipples. Her eyes glittered with a mix of excitement and fear.

"You're seriously wanting to do this right now?" she breathed out, but she was already slipping her hand under my belt.

"When else? Storm's raging, no friends around, camera's charged. Let's film us... for real."

Lena let out a low, shaky laugh, bit my bottom lip, and nodded. We'd come up to our friends' place for the weekend, but they got stuck in the city because of traffic. Then the sky tore open, and here we were—alone in an old wooden house that smelled of pine, dust, and wet earth.

I set my phone on the shelf across from the beat-up couch, hit record, and turned to her. Lena was already peeling off her soaked blouse, down to a lace bra that barely covered anything.

"Look at the camera and smile," I whispered, running my hands over her hips.

"Smile?" She arched her back as I unclasped her bra and took her left nipple in my mouth. "Oh... I'm not thinking about smiling right now..."

Her fingers dug into my hair. I dropped lower, yanking off her wet jeans and panties in one go. Lena spread her legs, bracing her back against the wall. The camera caught everything: how I dragged my tongue along her smooth pussy, how she shuddered and let out a quiet moan.

"Fuck, that's so hot..." escaped her lips as I pushed my tongue deeper, thumb working her clit in slow circles.

"You're already dripping for me," I muttered, feeling her wetness coat my chin. "Want everyone to see how filthy you are?"

"Yeah... let them watch..." Lena grabbed my head and pressed me harder against her. "Eat me, don't stop..."

I straightened up, stripped off my clothes in a hurry. My cock was rock hard, the head swollen and glistening. Lena wrapped her warm hand around it, dragged her tongue along the full length, then took me into her mouth. She sucked greedily, with wet, sloppy sounds, staring straight into the camera. I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair.

"Deeper... just like that... good girl."

She gagged a little but didn't pull away, keeping her lips and tongue working. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her tits. I couldn't take it anymore—I hauled her up, spun her around to face the couch, and bent her over. Lena arched her back, spreading her legs wider.

"Fuck me," she breathed, glancing over her shoulder. "Hard. Make sure the camera sees everything."

I slammed into her in one stroke. Her pussy was hot, soaked, gripping me tight. Lena cried out, clutching the back of the couch. I started pounding her—hard, deep, my hips slapping against her firm ass. Every thrust came with a wet squelch and her moans.

"Oh god... yeah... right there... deeper..." she whimpered. "I can feel your head hitting the back... more!"

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged. Lena arched harder, her ass bouncing with every impact. I smacked her cheek—she only moaned louder.

We switched positions. I sat down on the couch, and she straddled me, sinking down. The camera caught us from the side now: her tits bouncing, my thick cock disappearing inside her completely. Lena rode me fast, grinding her hips, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.

"I'm gonna cum..." she whispered, picking up speed. "Keep filming... watch me cum on your cock..."

Her body started trembling, her pussy clenching hard, flooding with hot juice. Lena screamed, digging her nails into my shoulders. I held her hips, thrusting up from below, stretching out her orgasm.

When she went limp, I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back in. Slower now, but deeper. Lena looked into my eyes, then at the camera.

"Cum inside me..." she rasped. "I want it dripping out... let everyone see."

I sped up. My balls slapped against her wet ass. The tension built, heat crawling up my spine. Lena squeezed me from the inside, and I lost it—powerful thrusts, hot ropes of cum shooting deep into her. I growled, grinding in all the way until the last drop was spent.

We froze, panting hard. Outside, thunder still rumbled, rain hammering the roof. Lena smiled, reached for the phone, and stopped the recording.

"So... was it hot enough?" she asked, tracing a finger down my chest.

"Fuck yeah. Now we've got our own home video... with a thunderstorm as the soundtrack."

She laughed, snuggling closer.

"Then let's watch what we made. And after that... maybe we film a sequel?"