She shoved the phone into my hand and climbed on top of me, knees planted on either side of my head. “Pay attention,” she said, already wet enough that I could smell her.
“First you open the app. Don’t fuck around with the camera roll yet.”
Her thighs were warm and heavy. I licked once, slow, from her entrance up to her clit. She hissed and ground down harder.
“Tap the story icon. Bottom left. Yeah, that one. Now swipe up to upload. You’re not posting a picture, you’re posting a link, so hit the little paperclip.”
I pushed my tongue inside her and she rocked forward, smearing herself across my mouth. Her voice stayed steady even while her cunt clenched around nothing.
“Paste the link in the text box. Make sure it’s the right one. Don’t want you sending your boys to some random shit when you’re supposed to be showing them my cunt later.”
I groaned into her and she laughed, low and filthy. She reached back, found my cock, and gave it two rough strokes before letting go.
“Add the caption. Something short. ‘Watch this.’ Then hit share. That’s it. You just posted a link on your FB story. Now put the phone down and eat me like you mean it.”
I dropped the phone and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her down so I could fuck her with my tongue properly. She rode it, hips snapping, clit dragging over my nose every time she rocked forward. Her juices ran down my chin and onto my neck. She kept talking, voice getting rougher.
“Next time you’re gonna post a video of me sucking your cock. Same steps. Open the app, story, swipe up, but this time you record first. I want it messy. Spit on it, gag a little, look at the camera while you do it. Then post the link so every thirsty fucker knows exactly whose throat you’re using.”
She came hard, thighs shaking, flooding my mouth. I kept licking through it until she jerked away, oversensitive. She slid down my body, lined my cock up, and sank onto it in one smooth drop.
“Now fuck me,” she said, already moving. “And when you’re ready to come, you’re gonna pull out and paint my tits. Then you’re gonna take a picture, post that link too, and tag me. Understand?”
I thrust up hard, answering with my body instead of words. She rode me like she was trying to break the bed, tits bouncing, dirty instructions still falling from her mouth between moans. When I finally pulled out and came across her chest, she scooped some onto her fingers and licked them clean while I grabbed the phone again.
“Open the app,” she said, voice hoarse. “Story. Swipe up. Camera this time. Take the shot. Caption it ‘mine.’ Post the link.”
I did exactly what she told me, hands still shaking, while she watched with a satisfied smirk. The story went live. She leaned in, kissed me deep so we both tasted like her, and whispered against my lips.
“Good boy. Now let’s make the next one even filthier.”
