POV | Shaking orgasm. This is how I would look while you fuck me and give me your cum

The camera’s lens is a hungry eye, devouring every inch of the room – and the woman sprawled across the bed. *Her* face is obscured, but her supple body is bare to the world, nipples pebbled and glistening folds begging for attention.

“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Bury yourself inside me. You know I need it.”

Her words are a siren song, drawing you irresistibly closer. Your cock throbs with anticipation, the first bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

As you approach the bed, she arches her back, presenting her ass to you. Theandle of her spine, the flare of her hips – it’s enough to drive a saint to sin. But she’s no eldritch creature. She’s a wanton woman, and she wants you.

You can feel the heat radiating off her skin as you near, your pulse pounding in your ears. Her scent hits you like a drug, and suddenly all you can think about is burial yourself inside her. She whimpers in anticipation.

“Please,” she breathes.

You don’t hesitate. Your cock drives forward, spearing into her dripping cunt. She gasps, back bowing as she sheaths you fully. You feel the walls of her sex clench around you, as if trying to milk you dry already.

You draw back for a moment before slamming into her again. She meets you thrust for thrust, her ass bouncing off your hips as you pound into her. The wet squelch of her flesh and your loud grunts fill the room – lewd music that makes your ears burn.

The angle allows her to turn her head, catching you in a hungry kiss. You taste her – sweet and musky and so very real. You drink in the short, needy moans she makes into your mouth, relishing how she trembles in your arms.

“Harder,” she demands breathlessly, the word muffled against your lips. “I want to – ah! – I want to feel it in my stomach.”

You obey her, driving yourself deeper, faster. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, a staccato metronome to your ravishment. She matches you with her own movements – up and back, impaling herself on your thick cock.

You lose track of time, submerged in the overwhelming sensation of slick heat sheathed around you. All that exists is the tight clutch of her flesh, the slap of skin on skin. The heavy scent of sex surrounding you.

She starts to shake, clutching at the sheets. You feel her walls clench rhythmically around you, a preview of the orgasm shafting through her.

“I’m – I’m coming!” she sobs, tossing her head back. “Don’t stop – oh God – don’t stop!”

Her release pushes you over the edge, the thick folds of her cunt squeezing your aching cock. You bury yourself as deep as you can go, painting her womb with your abundant seed. Her broken cries mix with your own shouts, ropes of semen pumping into her.

You both twist and writhe in the grip of mutual pleasure, anywhere but in the world around you. In this moment, she’s the only thing that exists. This beautiful woman sprawled beneath you, trembling with the force of her satisfaction.

Finally, you both collapse, sweaty and gasping for breath. She nuzzles into your neck blindly, and you wrap your arms tight around her. You press your face into fragrant hair, breathing deep.

The camera continues to capture everything – the dark flush on your skin, the drops of sweat sliding down your spines, the way she fits so perfectly against you. This is more than just a POV porno – it’s a capture of authentic coupling, tender and rapturous.

As you both come down from your high, you exchange lazy kisses and whispered compliments. And through it all, the lens keeps watch, immortalizing the afterglow as surely as it did the act itself. This is as close to heaven as you can get – sated, entangled, and wholly without regret. A perfect monument to unguarded ecstasy.

Someday, you might wonder why you wanted this moment captured. But all you need to know is that, in this moment, it felt necessary. Necessary to prove the intensity you share, to immortalize the heat and the haze and the love that overtook you.

Your lady is beautiful, her sex-knotted hair haloing her face. As she smiles up at you, terribly satisfied and makeless, you feel gratitude like a pulse through your bones. You get to claim her Seed her want her, pleasure her, worship her.

And as the camera preserves the moment, you bask in the glow of your shared adoration, damn the consequences. This is your temple, and she is your deity – and you’ll gladly serve.

The End.

(Word Count: 1000)