Chapter 4

Tessa’s pov 

He fucked me from behind on the couch with the camera set low enough to catch my back and my face whenever he turned my head toward the lens. 

His cock stayed buried in my stretched cunt from the last position, raw and wet, and he gathered my hair in his fist so he could pull my face into frame every time chat tipped.

“Ask for it louder,” Nash said, hips slapping my ass, dick stretching me on every stroke. “For the people who just tipped. Say you want this cock.”

“I want this cock,” I said, and he yanked my hair so the camera got...