Sweet Sherri

As soon as the little white starlet started caressing that soft looking tongue around the tip, she reached for her poorly hidden bottle of lube and splashed a puddle on her left hand before getting more into it. As she got into it, the hair on her skin stood on end, and her nipples were on fire. She reached up and pulled her tit out of her bra, pawing at her nipple roughly, getting the spare lube that slid off the bottle mottled over her caramel-tinged skin. Sherri tossed her hair back, getting into it as she started stroking harder to the slow, sensual blowjob she was looking at screen wishing it was her....

Suddenly, she bolted up, looking for her digital camera, looking through the junk of her room to get it. She slid under the bed, dragging her still-hard dick on the throw rug just hard enough to sting.

"Got it!"

She reached up, turned on the desk lamp and aimed in the general direction of the chair. She then spotted a perch on the top of the desk where she could place her camera, then set the timer on it. She hurried plopped back down on the chair, steeling her nerves just enough to get into the movie to get that blood flowing back into her nether regions again. She contemplated using her work, but she figured if she used that, people would think it was fake anyway. Anyway, she got back into the scene in front of her, where our Black Bastard was gently guiding his dick into yet another tiny White bimbo. "Damn, I could use some of that right now", she thought to herself, her dick rising back to life. Just as she felt it, she scrambled up to start the timer, then dropped back down. She kept her orientation while still getting into the movie when she saw the flash go off on the side of her vision.

"What the he...oh," Stan saw as he was about to barge in pissed, only to see his roomie half-nekkid with a camera perched on the desk. "Figured you couldn't use your work for what you're thinking."

"Eh, what the hell. It seems to work for some right?"