The bedroom glowed. LEDs washed the walls in shifting colors, slow and hypnotic. Music throbbed low, wrapping around them, while on the TV an anal scene played — a girl whimpering, stretched around a thick cock, her eyes rolled back as she tried to take it all.

Bunni lay sprawled across Tian’s chest, skin slick, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, every inch of her skin tingling. The molly buzzed through them, that blissed-out haze where touch felt electric and words slipped out easier than they should. They were both catching their breath after another long round of fucking. Her hand was lazily stroking Tian’s half-hard cock, teasing it back to life, while their mouths met in wet, unhurried kisses.

Tian’s eyes flicked toward the screen. “One day,” he murmured, voice rough, “I want to see you take a cock like that. Big. Thick. Watch your face as it gapes your ass.”

Bunni let out a low coo, her hand squeezing him. “Mmm… it’s beautiful. Look at her… she can barely handle it.”

They traded comments back and forth, both of them glowing, the molly pushing them to feed each other’s arousal again even in their cooldown. Bunni’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, lips parted as the girl on TV moaned around another deep thrust.

The molly left her dreamy and loose-lipped, everything too warm and easy. She hesitated then, chewing her lip, something on the edge of her tongue. The glow made it feel hotter to spill it than to hold it back. “There’s… someone I never told you about,” she whispered.

Tian turned his head to her, smirking. “Oh?”

“Daniel,” she said, almost shy. “We matched on Tinder once, before you. I never met him but…”

“But what?” Tian’s hand slid up her thigh, coaxing.

Her cheeks warmed. She reached for her phone, scrolled a moment, then pulled up a video. Daniel fucking a girl she knew — someone from the scene. His uncut cock was enormous, pumping in and out of her while the girl gasped and clung.

Bunni bit her lip hard, eyes locked to the screen. “Look at that… oh my god.”

They watched it together. Once. Then again. Any bubbling of jealousy Tian might have felt melted away under the warm blur of the roll.  Tian didn’t miss the way her breathing quickened, how her pupils grew wide, how her hand squeezed him tighter as she stared.

“You like that?” Tian whispered, studying her.

Bunni’s voice was a breath. “It’s… insane.”

“When’s the last time you talked to him?”

She shrugged. “It’s been a while.”

Tian grinned. “Send him something now. Show him what you do for me.”

Her eyes flicked to his, uncertain but blazing with curiosity. Then she pushed up onto her elbow, angled her phone. She filmed herself — lips stretched around Tian’s cock, spit glistening, her eyes shining up at him as she bobbed, moaning around the thick length. She hit send.

The reply came almost instantly. A video of Daniel stroking his massive cock, slow and deliberate, his hand barely closing around it.

Bunni gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes widened. “Oh fuck…”

They watched together, Bunni flushed and buzzing, stroking Tian's hard cock in her hand.

“You love it,” he teased. “You want it.”

Her thighs squeezed together, body betraying her. “It’s… huge.”

Tian rolled her onto her back, slid into her slick pussy in one thrust. She cried out, nails clawing at his shoulders.

As he fucked her, he bent to her ear, his voice low and dirty: “I want to see you take Daniel’s fat uncut cock.”

The words shattered her. Bunni moaned, raw and loud, her body arching hard as the fantasy ripped through her. She clung to Tian, shaking with the rush.

The night blurred in colors and music and porn moans from the TV, the glow of Snap videos buzzing Bunni’s phone, Bunni’s moans filling the room as Tian drove her over and over the edge.

The molly faded, but Daniel didn’t.

He lingered in her phone like a secret she refused to delete. His name lit up now and then — crude captions, stroke clips, flashes of that thick cock. Bunni almost never opened them right away. She’d let them sit for days, notifications piling, pretending indifference.

But she always went back. Curled on the couch, or sprawled naked across Tian’s chest, she’d scroll through his snaps, one by one. Sometimes it was just him jerking slow, foreskin rolling wet. Other times it was rougher — him fucking some girl doggy, pulling out to show his cock slick and veiny.

She never kept all of it. Just the ones that stuck in her head, the ones that made her thighs clench. Those she saved long enough to show Tian.

“Look at this,” she’d murmur, handing him the phone.

He never brushed it off. He watched, his jaw tight, cock stirring as he studied the screen.

“Jesus,” he muttered once, low, watching Daniel stroke close to the camera. “That’s fucking huge… you snapping with him turns me on and makes me jealous at the same time. Weird feeling.”

She’d laugh softly, kiss his cheek, but her eyes stayed hot. “I know,” she whispered. “That’s why it’s so good.”

That was the line they danced — conflict and desire tangled up, feeding the same fire.

A few weeks later, another night in the loft. They’d smoked, split a couple edibles, and let the warm, floaty high settle into their bodies.

Bunni lay stretched on her stomach, a pillow tucked under her hips. Her phone glowed in her hand, Tinder open, thumb sliding lazy across the screen. She swiped through girls, pausing on the hottest ones, giggling when she matched, sending a flirty line or two just to see if they’d bite.

It was filthy in its own way — her boyfriend’s tongue buried in her ass while she flirted with lesbians on her phone. She moaned into the pillow, half from Tian pushing deeper, half from the little thrill of typing something bold to a stranger she’d never meet.

The vibrator buzzed low against her clit, steady and insistent. Tian spread her cheeks wider, his tongue working circles until he slipped inside, pressing deeper, opening her inch by inch. Her body trembled, her thighs tightening as she rocked against the vibe.

She gasped, giggled, swiped again, her voice muffled against the sheets. “God…” she moaned, laughing at something she typed, only to shudder when his tongue drove deeper, stretching her open, wet and relentless.

Her phone buzzed again. A Snap notification slid across the screen. Daniel.

Normally she would’ve ignored it, let it sit with the others. But the edible had her drifting, bold, the vibe humming against her clit, Tian’s tongue working her ass open. Without thinking, she tapped it.

The video filled her screen — shaky POV. Daniel fucking a girl doggy, his hand tight on her hip. A few thrusts, then he pulled out, close to the camera, his cock slick and veiny, filling the frame.

Bunni froze. Watched once. Then again. Her lips parted, breath hot against the pillow.

She twisted to glance back at Tian, hair falling in her face. “He just sent me something,” she murmured, voice caught somewhere between guilt and hunger. She turned the phone so Tian could see.

The clip looped, that cock glistening in close-up.

Tian’s eyes stayed on the screen as his hand slid down, absentminded, fingers spreading her cheeks while he rubbed around the wet ring he’d just been tonguing. Bunni shivered under his touch, the mix of the video and his hand making her whole body buzz.

Tian’s eyes stayed on the screen, the loop of Daniel pulling out and showing off his cock close-up. His hand never left her, circling her hole with slick, lazy pressure. “Reply,” he murmured, almost offhand, like it was obvious. “Show him what I’m doing to you.”

Bunni bit her lip, a little smirk curling as she flipped the camera. She angled it down, catching Tian’s fingers rubbing her ass, her hips lifting slightly as the vibrator hummed against her clit. A soft moan slipped out, unplanned, before she sent the clip.

Daniel’s reply came quick: his cock swelling in his fist, stroked slow, precum already glistening. Open up for me.

Bunni’s laugh was breathy, her body twitching under Tian’s hand. She set up another shot, her face this time, lips parted, cheeks flushed, then tipped the phone back to show her ass spread wider. Tian’s finger circled, pressed in, and she gasped on camera, hitting send with a wicked grin.

Daniel’s next snap — faster strokes now, cock wet and heavy, his voice low and ragged: “Fuck. Yeah. Show me that ass.”

Her chest lifted, pride flashing through her blush. She angled the phone low again, spreading herself further, letting the lens linger where Tian’s finger slid in slow, the ring stretching around him. She moaned into the mic, almost playful, then cut the video short.

“He’s losing it,” she said, smirking toward Tian.

Tian pushed deeper, his grin quick and dirty. “Yeah,” he breathed against her back, “and you’re loving it.”

Her phone buzzed again. Another video — Daniel’s fist tight, pumping hard, cock shining. His voice, rougher now: God, I’d fuck that ass deep.

Bunni’s breath caught. She stared at the screen, then at Tian, her blue eyes wide. “Fuck…” she murmured.

Her thumb hovered. She let the clip play once more, Daniel’s cock filling the frame, his voice muttering filth under his breath. She hit record again, this time catching her own face first — flushed, eyes glassy, a smirk tugging at her lips — before tipping the phone back to where Tian had two fingers working in and out of her ass. The buzz of the vibrator spilled into the mic along with her moan. Send.

The reply came instantly. Daniel groaning, stroking faster, his hand sliding wet over that thick shaft. His message scrawled: Fuck yes. Take it. Open more for me.

Bunni laughed softly, breath hitching as Tian pushed deeper. She looked at the screen, then back at Tian, her voice teasing but heavy with arousal: “He’s so obsessed with my ass.”

Tian’s grin was crooked, his eyes locked on hers. “Because he can tell you love it,” he said, sliding his fingers out slow before pushing them back in to the knuckle.

Her moan spilled out raw, caught on camera as she tilted the phone to show her ass stretching around Tian’s fingers. She held the shot a second longer than the last, eyes glassy, lips parted in a wicked smile, then sent it off.

The reply landed almost instantly. Daniel’s cock filled the screen again, his voice rough now, panting through clenched teeth: “Jesus… that hole’s perfect. I need to watch you take it for real.”

Bunni’s breath hitched. She leaned into Tian’s chest, still filming, her tone playful but trembling under the heat: “He’s getting greedy.”

Another buzz. This time just words flashing across the screen: Call me. I want to see it live.

For a moment she hesitated, thumb hovering. Then she glanced at Tian, her eyes wide, daring.

He gave the smallest nod, lips brushing her ear. “Do it. Let him watch.”

Her stomach flipped. She tapped the screen, and suddenly Daniel was there, live, stroking slow, his cock filling the frame. His voice came low through the speaker, thick and ragged: “Fuck… show me everything.”

The live feed steadied, Daniel’s cock filling the screen, his hand sliding slow up and down the length. His breath came heavy through the speaker, close, hungry.

Bunni set the phone at an angle so the lens caught her face and the curve of her ass. She turned her head, lips curling in a sly smile, her voice husky but clear. “You like watching me get opened up, don’t you?”

Behind her, Tian flipped open the lube and poured it over his fingers. The slick sound carried, unmistakable, as he circled her rim, pressing until she moaned low into the sheets.

Daniel groaned. “Fuck yes. Show me more.”

Bunni arched her back, tilting her hips for the camera, her eyes fixed on the screen. “Stroke that big, beautiful cock for me,” she purred, her tone cool and commanding. “Let me see you get worked up while he stretches me.”

His fist tightened, moving harder, precum shining. His voice cracked through the mic: “God, I’d bury this in you… fuck you open.”

His groan crackled through the phone. “I’d stretch you open. I’d bury myself in that ass until you couldn’t take anymore.”

She let out a low laugh, a shiver running through her as Tian’s finger slid inside, slick and deliberate. Her words came steady, coaxing him, feeding Tian at the same time. “Mmm… I bet you’d split me wide. I’d ride you until you came so deep I’d drip for days.”

Daniel’s breathing stuttered. His fist moved faster, wet and loud.

Tian added another finger, twisting gently, stretching her. She exhaled sharp, then turned her head back toward the phone, eyes bright.

“Hold it closer,” she told him, voice low, breaking on the last word. “I want to see all of it while he opens me up.”

Daniel angled the camera tighter. His cock filled the frame, thick and slick, veins standing as his fist pumped.

Bunni moaned, her smile twisted with hunger. “That’s it… stroke that beautiful cock for me. Slow. Let me watch you get harder while he makes me ready.”

Tian slid a third finger in, her body clenching around the stretch. She gasped, her words catching as she pressed back against him. “Oh god… three… fuck…” Her eyes flicked to the screen again, locking on Daniel’s shaft. “You’d… you’d pry me wide, wouldn’t you? Stretch me so deep…”

Daniel groaned, his fist stroking harder, precum dripping down his knuckles.

Her voice was still clear, but husky, cracked from the tremor in her chest. “Keep stroking for me… don’t stop. I want to see it… imagine you splitting me open while he—” Her moan cut her off as Tian pushed deeper, twisting all three fingers inside her.

Her head dropped forward, hair falling wild across her face. When she lifted it again, her eyes were glassy, locked to the phone. Her lips parted, breath spilling in short gasps as she rocked against Tian’s hand, watching Daniel stroke for her.

Tian pulled his fingers free, slick and shining, and reached for more lube. The sound of the cap, the squirt, carried into the phone’s mic. He spread it over her ass, then lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against the stretched ring he’d been working open.

Bunni shifted on the pillow, lifting her hips, angling herself toward the camera. She held the phone steady, catching her face half in view, her eyes burning, then tipping it back to show him easing forward. Her moan cracked as the first inches slid inside, but she steadied her breath, forcing a sly smile toward the screen.

Tian pressed in slow, her ass stretching around him until his hips met hers. She tilted the phone down, catching the thick slide in and out, slick and obscene. Her breath came ragged, a moan breaking as she tipped the lens back to her face, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a grin.

“Look at that,” she rasped.

Daniel groaned through the speaker, his breathing jagged, his fist loud on his cock.

She laughed, low and dirty. “Stroke it for me. Don’t stop.”

Tian drove deeper, the sound of her ass taking him wet and raw. Bunni moaned into the pillow, then lifted her head again, eyes locked on the screen. Daniel’s cock filled the frame, precum shining, his hand stroking faster with every thrust she took.

Her voice cracked with another moan, but she managed a sly smile, staring straight into the lens. “Fuck that’s good.”

Daniel’s groan shook through the speaker.

She angled the phone back to the stretch of her ass around Tian, her voice a husky whisper this time, more taunt than invitation. “Bet you’re close already.”

She angled the phone back to the stretch of her ass around Tian, her voice husky, breath catching between moans. “Tell me… what would you do to me with that cock?”

Daniel’s voice cracked through the speaker, guttural. “I’d force you open… bury it so deep you’d forget his name.”

Her moan turned sharp, almost a laugh, as Tian bottomed out inside her. She tipped the phone up just enough to show her flushed face, eyes wild, sweat shining along her hairline. “Fuck… say it again.”

Daniel groaned, his fist slapping wet around his cock. “I’d ruin your ass. Make you beg for more.”

Her body shuddered, rocking back against Tian, her voice breaking into a raw moan. She turned the phone downward, catching the obscene slide in and out, then back to her face, eyes blazing into the lens.

“Keep stroking while you tell me. I want every word.”

Tian’s thrusts grew steadier, harder, the slap of his hips meeting her ass syncing with the ragged sound of Daniel’s fist on the other end.

Bunni’s moans filled the room, spilling into the mic, her words cracking but still deliberate. “You’d split me wide… and I’d take it all.”

Bunni twisted, shoved the phone into Tian’s hand. Her voice cracked, dirty: “Get this. Show him my ass.”

She pushed up onto her knees, face down, ass high. Reaching back, she spread herself wide, her hole glistening and winking for the lens.

She laughed, breath ragged. “My ass, stretched for your cock.”

Daniel’s groan hit the speaker, raw, his fist slick on his shaft.

Bunni looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing. “Stroke it, Daniel.”

She held herself open, then nodded at Tian. “Closer… get right up on me. Show him my hole. Now pull back, get my face too.”

Tian adjusted the camera per her orders — first tight on her asshole winking and open, then wider, capturing her flushed face as she looked back, grinning. She locked eyes with the lens, gasping as his cock bottomed out. “Yeah… that’s it. Show him all of me.”

She held herself open, then tipped her chin toward Tian, voice sharp between moans. “Fuck my ass, baby. I want Daniel to watch you fuck me doggy.”

Tian pushed inside, slow at first, the camera catching her ass swallowing him. Her moan ripped out raw as she rocked back, face pressing into the sheets.

Tian kept the phone tight on her gaping ass, every thrust obscene, her hole swallowing him. Her moans grew sharper, rougher, eyes locked over her shoulder.

Then she reached back, voice cutting through the haze, filthy and urgent. “Baby—give me the camera back. I want to see Daniel cum. I want you both to cum… cum in my ass while he blows for me.”

She grabbed the phone from his hand, flipped it, and held it in front of her face. The lens caught her eyes wild, mouth open, sweat shining down her cheeks. Behind her, just out of focus, Tian’s hips slammed hard, his cock burying deep in her ass.

On the screen, Daniel’s cock filled the main window, his fist pumping fast, head swollen and dripping. She stared, transfixed, the camera steady on her face as she moaned through every thrust.

“Yeah… stroke it for me… let me see it,” she rasped, her voice shaking with each slam of Tian’s hips.

Daniel groaned loud through the speaker, his cock jerking in his fist. The head swelled, twitching as his balls pulled tight, pulsing. Then it burst — thick cum spurting from the slit, spilling over his fist as he stroked. His cock throbbed again, another heavy spurt, then another, until it was leaking down the shaft and dripping off his hand.

Bunni stared, frozen, lips parted, a moan catching in her throat. Her eyes locked on the screen, hungry, unblinking.

Daniel’s cock twitched again, spilling heavy through his fist, his groan ragged through the speaker.

Bunni’s eyes stayed locked on the screen, her breath sharp, body clenching around Tian. Her moan broke loose, low and guttural, one word stretched raw:

“Fuuuck…”

Tian gritted his teeth, thrusts quickening, hips slamming into her ass. The wet sound filled the room, obscene, as she kept the camera steady on her face — her eyes wide, lips trembling, drinking in the image of Daniel’s cock jerking and leaking in the window.

She gasped, louder now, the rhythm driving her frantic. “Do it, baby—cum in my ass—fill me while I watch him.”

Tian groaned low, buried himself deep, and shuddered as he spilled into her. The stretch of her ass clenched around him, milking every pulse as his cum pumped hot inside.

Her face filled the lens, twisting, breaking into a raw cry as her orgasm hit. She shook under him, moaning through it, eyes flicking between the camera and the screen, watching Daniel’s cock still twitch, watching her own face unravel in the frame.

She shook under him, struggling to keep the camera steady, moaning through it, eyes rolling but fixed on the screen. Every thrust rattled her, but she fought to hold the shot, ever the performer, letting Daniel watch her face break apart in ecstasy.

For a few moments she lay there, breath ragged, lost in it, her whole body shuddering.

Then Tian groaned, pulling out slow. She grimaced at the sudden drag, laughing breathlessly as she collapsed forward. “God… my ass is so sensitive now…”

She rolled onto one elbow, still holding the phone, and reached it back between her thighs. The lens caught her gaping asshole, pink and open, cum already leaking. She squeezed her pelvis, pumping, and a thick stream spilled out, glistening as it ran down her slit and over her clit.

Daniel’s voice came ragged through the speaker, but firm, still playing his role. “I want next.”

Bunni smirked into the camera, eyes half-lidded, face still flushed. “Mmm… maybe.” She gave him one last filthy grin, then tilted the phone down to her gaping, messy hole before cutting back to her face. “Goodnight, Daniel.” She ended the call without waiting for more.

The room dropped quiet but for the low hum of LEDs and their breathing.

She rolled onto her side, curling into Tian, laughing softly. “God… that was so hot.”

Tian kissed her, rough and lingering. “Watching you stare at his cock… fuck, I almost lost it.”

Her grin curled wicked. “Big, isn’t it? Watching him stroke while you were in my ass… I couldn’t stop staring.”

Tian chuckled, stroking her hair. “You looked hypnotized.”

“I was,” she admitted, sly.

She laughed again, curling tighter against him, her ass still leaking his cum, the night closing around them — messy, satisfied, and wide open for whatever came next.