His tongue pushes past her lips -- she opens them for him, slipping her own tongue into his mouth, silent consent. As soon as he realized she was giving him blanket permission to continue, his kiss grew aggressive. He invaded her mouth and threatened to suck the air from her very lungs. His tongue probes every inch, lapping over her teeth and entangling with her own. His eyes are shut, and for that, she is grateful. She can't do open-eye kisses. They're...uncomfortable.
Willow can't stop her hands from wandering all over his chest -- she's always loved a muscular man, and Hunter is no joke. She's seen him shirtless before. That image flashes in her mind as she explores every inch of him, a visual diagram of which muscles she's worshiping and which needs her attention next.
He can't stop his hands from wandering either. They grip her ass firmly, lifting her with ease long enough to adjust his position before roaming up to grope her chest. He squeezes and pinches with loving care, causing enough friction to draw soft gasps against his lips without drawing pain. She whimpers softly when he finds her nipple through her mesh shirt. His nail scrapes so gently against her raspberry bud, yet she moans as loudly as if he'd pinched it. "Hunter," she sighs, remembering with a holt that she has an audience to entertain. "Hunter, I want to suck your cock. May I suck your cock?"
He doesn't reply with words, instead showing his desire by lifting her by her hips and guiding her to her knees in front of him. As soon as he's leaned back in the chair again, she leans forward, hands suddenly shaking. She's never sucked a cock before. Learning on her brother is suddenly...terrifying. Not in its inherent wrongness, but in how close they are. She can't explain the sudden need to impress him, but it's overwhelming, all-encompassing. There's an insane amount of pressure to find a happy middle ground. If she's not good at it, the awkwardness between them will shatter their friendship. If she's too good at it, things will be just as uncomfortable -- he'd never believe that he's her first if she ends up having a natural talent for it. It will solidify the idea that she's only doing this for the money.
Which she is, of course. She's not attracted to her brother. Her pussy is so wet because he knows how to touch her body in all the right places. She was horny before she talked to him. She was pretending to be making out with someone else. The excuses are endless -- but in the end, she's beginning to realize that they are, indeed, just excuses.
As she pulls his cock out of his pants, she notices that he's as nervous as she is. He's having a little trouble staying hard. She can help with that. Throwing a sultry wink at the camera, she slips the tip of her tongue to slide it slowly across the curve of his head. She doesn't know what she's doing exactly -- the closest thing to a cock she's swallowed is just a silicon dildo, but it helped her get the basics down. Time to test her self-taught knowledge. Her tongue dances across him, dragging up the length of his cock before slipping back down. It tastes amazing. She can't describe it even if she wants to -- but that's okay. Her audience is here to see her suck her brother's cock, not listen to her describe how he tastes like this is some kind of mukbang.
Just her tongue isn't going to get the job done though. Willow wraps her lips tentatively around him and twirls her tongue around his head until he pants above her. A soft moan bubbles in her throat at the sound of his need. This feels right. She never imagined putting a man's cock in her mouth -- certainly not her brother's. But this feels perfect and right and she needs him to teach her how to worship him properly.
His hand rests on her head, his fingers weaving into her pale blonde hair. She expects him to hold her still so he can ram her throat -- but to her surprise, he instead begins to pet her. A gentle nudge to the top of her head shows her that he wants to go deeper into her mouth. She almost doesn't notice, too lost in exploring every ridge, every curve, of his head with the tip of her tongue, and lapping up every drop of the salty hot liquid that dribbled from its opening. He wants her to go deeper. She opens her eyes for just a moment, pausing in her ministration to study the barely contained need in his glittering emerald stare. He wants it. Needs it. Needs her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
But she hesitates.
Her gag reflex is already swelling with a warning. She's only taken him about halfway, and he wants her to go deeper. Can she? What if she --? Oh god, that would be so embarrassing if she... no, she wouldn't think it. She can do this. What was it Daddy always says? 'Fake it til you make it'? She can do this. She didn't think she'd make it so far as a cam girl, yet here she is. She can give Hunter the deepthroat he wants more than anything in the world right now.
The low groan above her as she inches lower and lower is the only warning she gets.
Willow snatches another breath before Hunter's cock begins slamming in brief, short thrusts in her throat. Her hips jerk forward at the burst of stimulation, grinding her pussy against the carpet of her floor without any input from her brain. Her entire cunt burns with desire, with need. She wants to moan, to gasp, to whine and whimper and scream his praises. Her mouth, however, is extremely full, and her mind a little preoccupied. Every time he thrusts forward, the head of his cock punches against the base of her throat and forces her to gag around his monstrous girth. Every gag forces hot wet saliva into her mouth, wetting his cock so he could slip in and out more easily. It quickly becomes a vicious, endless cycle, one that brings both pain and pleasure in a confusing mess that pools between her throbbing thighs.
With her gagging, convulsing throat around his cock, Hunter clearly isn't going to last much longer. It's easy for even the inexperienced Willow to tell he's getting closer -- what had been mere moans become now muffled grunts as he fucks her mouth like it's any other hole. His thrusts speed and become more erratic in his final sprint towards climax. His whole body shudders under her fingers and with a final, balls deep thrust into her mouth, his cock pulses and even noticeably fattens with the volume of cum that floods her belly. Streams of hot, salty seed hoses from his cock, emptying his balls deep inside her. Willow can't help but feel lucky -- it's being pumped so deep that she doesn't have to give much effort to swallowing.
Finally, it ends. Willow pulls away with a gasp for air, staring up at him with new eyes. Hunter...fuck, Hunter has a massive cock and he knows how to use it -- at least, as far as her mouth is concerned. And his cum... god, it tastes so good. She licks her lips without thinking, lowering her eyes back to his messy cock, coated with her saliva and his cum. She lowers back down and cleans him with long, slow swipes, until she can taste nothing but hot skin. Perfect! Just in time -- the donation ding rings one final time.
DADDY_4_U HAS DONATED $1500!
Good girl... good show. Here's a little extra, for his trouble. I'll be around.
Thank god. She's still panting for air -- she doesn't have the energy to continue the stream after the mouth-fucking she just received. "Thank you so much for watching, guys!" she announces cheerfully, pushing herself to her feet by pressing her palms to Hunter's knees. He grabs her side to help her keep her balance as the blood rushes to her head. Her balance is completely shot! "Remember to follow me to get a notification when I go live, and subscribe for exclusive content and support me! Thank you so much for all the donations and support, and I'll see you guys soon!"
By the time she clicks END STREAM, Hunter is gone.
