It was 4:21 PM, and Marcel lounged on the couch in their sleek apartment. At 21, the 6'1" Black marketing pro had a chiseled frame that turned heads, and he'd been shacked up with his 19-year-old girlfriend, Kaylee, an Instagram model with a filthy little secret: her OnlyFans. Kaylee was a 5'8" stunner—green eyes that could melt steel, long black hair cascading down her back, and a body measuring 36-26-40, her 34CC tits practically begging to be freed. She'd been cashing in on nudes since she turned 18, banking over $1.2 million without her friends suspecting a thing.
"OnlyFans?" Marcel asked, cocking an eyebrow as Kaylee sank onto the couch beside him, her hand sliding up his thigh with purpose.
"Yeah, babe," she purred, her voice dripping with temptation. "Just fuck me like you always do—only this time, we film it. Easy cash, and you get to show off that monster cock." Her fingers grazed closer to his crotch, teasing the bulge she knew was hiding a 12-inch beast.
Marcel shifted, his jaw tight. "I don't know, Kay. I like keeping our shit private." But his mind flickered—maybe letting her subscribers drool over him pounding her senseless would shut up the simps.
Kaylee pouted, her full lips begging to be kissed—or wrapped around something else. "Oh, come on. You know you'd love it." She wasn't backing down. Leaning in, her breath hot against his ear, she whispered, "Let me convince you."
Before he could argue, she slid off the couch and dropped to her knees between his legs, her nimble fingers yanking at his waistband. Marcel's breath caught as she tugged his pants down, his thick, 12-inch cock springing free, already half-hard and pulsing with heat. Kaylee's eyes widened, a hungry glint flashing as she licked her lips.
"Fuck, you're huge," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. She gripped the base with both hands—still not enough to cover him—and dragged her tongue slow and wet along the underside, tracing the throbbing vein from root to tip. Marcel groaned, his head tipping back as she swirled her tongue around the fat, glistening head, lapping up the bead of precum already leaking out.
"Kay—" he rasped, but she cut him off by sinking her mouth down, lips stretching wide to take him in. She couldn't fit it all—nobody could—but she worked what she could, her hot, slick mouth sucking him deep while her hands pumped the rest. Saliva dripped down his shaft, her sloppy, eager rhythm filling the room with wet, filthy sounds. She moaned around him, the vibrations shooting straight to his balls, and Marcel's fingers dug into her hair, guiding her as his hips twitched.
"Shit, babe," he growled, watching her green eyes lock onto his, watering slightly as she gagged herself on his length. She pulled back with a gasp, a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then dove back in, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder. Her tongue danced along every inch she could reach, teasing the sensitive spot just under the tip until his thighs tensed and his grip tightened.
She popped off him with a lewd, wet smack, stroking him fast with both hands as she grinned up at him, her face flushed and lips swollen. "So? OnlyFans. You in or what?"
Marcel was panting, his cock throbbing in her grip, slick with her spit. "Fuck… yeah, I'm in," he managed, a smirk breaking through.
Kaylee squealed, surging up to straddle his lap, her bare tits pressing against his chest as she crushed him in a hug. "Knew you'd say yes. And who knows—maybe you'll get to fuck my OnlyFans friends too."
He blinked, still dazed from her mouth. "Wait, what? That's cheating."
She smirked, grinding her hips against him just enough to make him groan. "Not if I say it's fine. Have your fun with them—just don't forget who you come home to." She nipped his ear, voice low. "Promise?"
"Fuck, Kay," he muttered, half-laughing. "You're wild."
"Only for you," she teased, sliding off him to let him catch his breath.
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By 6:42 PM, Marcel jolted awake on the couch, his nap leaving him groggy. Kaylee wasn't there—probably upstairs, he figured, rubbing his neck. His cock twitched at the memory of her mouth, and he hauled himself up, climbing the stairs to their bedroom.
He pushed the door open, and his jaw dropped. "Hello, lover boy~" Kaylee cooed, sprawled naked on the bed, legs splayed wide, pussy glistening and ready. Her hands gripped the headboard, tits heaving as she arched her back. "Come fuck me~"
Marcel's 12-inch cock hardened instantly, straining against his pants. He kicked them off, climbing onto the bed with a predatory grin. Private or not, he was about to give her—and her camera—everything she wanted.