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MY EX GIRLFRIEND IS DOING PORN

 

I had been doom-scrolling on Reddit as usual when a post with this title appeared on my screen. A blurred image appeared underneath. It was on the CFNM subreddit, a community I'd subscribed to on my main account. For the umpteenth time, I mentally admonished myself on not using my throwaway account, the one I'd set up for joining the communities catering to all my perversions, fantasies and fetishes. From thigh-highs, hip cleavage and creamy squirting to cum-swapping, anal gape and trans. Compared to what my feed looked like on that account, CFNM was rather tame. Yet, I wanted my main feed to be spick and span.

I tapped on the community icon to leave the sub, but accidentally opened the post instead. The image un-blurred and turned out not to be an image but a gif. A dusky brown girl with smoky eyes and curly hair appeared in frame. She was wearing a comfy green top and jeggings, sitting on the edge of a bed. She smiled at the camera before sliding her ass off the mattress and turning to face a man's hips, appearing from the left. His features from the chest up were cut off from the frame. He was wearing low-waist jeans, the elastic of his undies showing.

The girl, still smiling, glanced up at his face, and began unbuttoning his pants. Unzipping them, she slid them off his hips, along with his boxers. The guy's veiny, straining member almost hit her in the chin, popping up erect as soon as it was freed from its fabric confines. The girl laughed, her eyes slightly widening in surprise at the length of his cock. She wasted no time in wrapping her hands around it, parting her lips and sticking her tongue out to lick the swollen tip. The gif ended and looped back to her smiling at the camera, before sliding off the bed and facing the guy.

I must've watched the gif loop at least ten times before I threw my phone away in disgust. I buried my face in my hands, a torrid storm of emotions erupting in my head. I couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it.

I'd seen that face before. That gorgeous grin. Those smoky eyes. Dressed in those clothes. The curves that lay under them. Sitting on the bed cross-legged, looking at me inquisitively as I tinkered with the camera settings. Recording us fucking, resting, making love, resting and then fucking again. I still had that video -- series of videos, rather -- stored away on the cloud. From back when we were in love.

Hina.

"I need to see you" I repeated. Her voice came from the other end, slightly drowned in bar music.

"But I'm not home!"

"When are you getting back?"

"What's this about?"

"I need to talk."

"About what."

"I think you know."

"No I don't."

"I'm outside your flat right now and I'm gonna stay here till you get back."

"You're acting like a total stalker right now."

"I don't care! Just get your ass back home!"

She took a few seconds to respond. This time, the music was muted. She must've moved to a quiet place, away from the crowd.

"Or what!"

"Or I'll post the video of us from last May."

There was a pause. Then she said something that nearly floored me.

"Do it."

The line went silent. She'd hung up on me.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" I yelled. One of her neighbours yelled back but I couldn't hear her due to the sound of blood boiling in my ears. I kicked her door as hard as I could with my shoe. Then I placed my back to it and slid down to the floor, determined to wait it out till Hina arrived.

My thoughts kept flitting between what she said to me before hanging up, and the gif I'd stumbled upon this afternoon, the one that had started it all. While the post itself had no source video linked, a quick search of the title turned up several reposts from earlier, dating all the way back to march this year. They were all on different subreddits, ranging from r/indianamateurs and r/interracial to r/shaved, r/reversecowgirl, and r/petitegonewild. The fact that I had stumbled upon it on r/cfnm was a fluke; after the initial blowjob, Hina's clothes had come off very quickly. From one of the reposts I found the source video hosted on a very dubious tube site, which was itself ripping the clip off a now-defunct amateur porn website.

I'd found five videos of her in total, originating from that production company. One was a solo clip, lasting forty minutes, of her masturbating with various toys in different rooms in a house. Two were boy-girl scenes, both with different male performers. They were shot within a month of each other, a fact that I found out from the remaining two videos which were behind-the-scenes kind. The boy-girl videos were a tough watch. They were both shot POV-style, in a theme reminiscent of the casting couch porn from the early 2000s.

In the first one Hina started off giving a sloppy blowjob to a hung Latino guy. Her pouty lips wrapped obscenely around his olive-brown member, and every lick, suck and stroke of her mouth was recorded in HD audio. They followed it up with missionary on the edge of the bed. Hina splayed her legs open, showing her smooth, shaven mound. When the guy positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, she hooked her heels behind his back and pulled him in, before wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fists grabbed the blankets behind her head as he entered her and began pounding away. The guy lifted one foot up on the bed and levered his pelvis into hammering strokes of his cock into Hina's eager, engorged pussy. Her tit-flesh bucked wildly on her chest until he grabbed one of her boobs and gave it a smack.

She used to love it when I did that.

In the video it was no different. Her moans rose an octave in pitch as he repeatedly smacked her tits with the flat of his palm, alternating between the two. His cock kept pistoning in and out of her, and with the thumb of his other hand he started flicking her clit. Hina went crazy. This was the most vocal I'd ever seen her -- thrashing, moaning, grunting and breathing ecstatic words of encouragement to her partner. The sound of their groins slapping against each other rose until they reached a wet, fleshy crescendo. She turned to the camera and her eyes rolled over.

She'd always been a natural in front of a camera.

The show Hina was putting on for the viewer continued as they cut to them fucking cowgirl. I guess, because it was her first time, she let the guy do all the work even though she was on top. His balls slapped against her puckered asshole as he drove into her from beneath. Hina shuddered and quaked, hanging on to the headboard for dear life. She leaned down and they kissed, the wet smack of their lips interspersed with gasps for breath. He spit on her pussy, smacked her ass, slapped her tits and pulled her hair. He pulled out, made her blow him again, then took her doggystyle and reverse cowgirl. The hour-long video came to an end with Hina sucking him off and taking his spunk all over her face.

The behind-the-scenes video had been painful to watch, more so than the actual porno. The camera showed her filling out paperwork while someone out of the frame interviewed her. She told him how old she was (twenty at the time), which state she was from, if any of her friends knew what she was up to, whether she had a boyfriend, etc. When asked when she'd last had sex, she replied it had been a week ago. With an ex.

Me.

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It was early winter. I had gone out drinking one weekend and, in a state of near-absolute inebriation, called her. I don't know why she picked up. She was at home, yet spoke in a soft voice. The kind I'd wake up to, fussing over me, when we were together. The kind usually accompanied by her fingers stroking my chest hair as she lay with half her body draped over mine. The voice which started off breathy, purring, and turned to fake annoyance when my hands slipped from her back to under her pyjama bottoms and cupped a fleshy ass cheek.

"Hellloooo?"

Her voice had come through the phone as I lost track of time, reminiscing. Forgetting about all our fights, all my stupidity, all of her tics which would piss me off. All I could think about, as I sat on the steps outside the pub, away from my friends, was her lips and how great they'd feel on mine right then.

So I had ended up at Hina's door. The walk to her place had half sobered me up, but not enough to reconsider. She answered my loud knocking, dressed in a baggy tee and cotton shorts. A small gust of warm air from inside hit my face, carrying her scent. She looked like she'd just hopped out of the shower. Her nipples made small indents on the cotton of her tee. I don't remember what I said to her at the door, or if I said anything at all. The next thing I remember, she was fixing me some blankets on the couch in the hall. I caught a glimpse of her flatmate Lola peeking out of her room at us. She looked annoyed. Fleabag was paused on the TV. I guess I had interrupted a girls' night.

"You need to get out before I wake up tomorrow morning."

I half nodded. Hina started to slide away when I grabbed her forearm and nuzzled my face in her belly.

"What?"

I didn't reply. She pushed my head away. I planted it firmly back.

"Really?"

Her tee smelt flowery. I inhaled deeply and slowly let it out. She giggled as my breath breezed over her skin. She'd always been ticklish in that area.

"Hey now!..."

I let out another long breath. Hina yelped and tried to back away. I held her in place by her forearm. Insistent. I took another deep breath and this time Hina grabbed my jaw and turned my face up to hers.

"Don't."

I said the first words I remember saying to her that night.

"Did I tell you how great you smell right now?"

"Once at the door and three times on the way to the couch."

"Oh..." I half-pretended to be confused. "Your face... smells amazing too. And your hands. You still using that skin cream from Kiehl's?"

She rolled her eyes, but she stopped relenting. She was still holding my face up by the chin. I loosened my grip on her forearm and ran my fingers down her skin.

"Is that a new moisturiser? Your skin feels like butter."

"What are you doing?"

"And your lips look like-"

Hina gave me a light slap.

"Shut up."

"Okay."

She slapped me again.

"But continue."

"uhhh... your lips look like pink honey."

"That's a new one."

"I just made it up."

She gave me another slap.

"I guessed. Go on."

"And your hair looks like... like space. And stars. The galaxy... you know?"

Hina snorted in mirth. Her grip on my jaw loosened and I grabbed that hand.

"And all I wanna do right now is kiss your neck."

"My neck?"

"Cuz that's where your body meets the sky."

"You are literally not making any sense."

"Of course I am!"

Another slap. Followed by a finger on her lips, shushing me. I reached my mouth up, my lips parted slightly. I caught her hand as she tried to smack me again and pulled her down on top of me on the couch. In the ensuing tussle, Hina's hair fell across my face and her tits pressed into my chest for a hot second. She dug her knees into the cushion and half-pushed herself off me. Her curly locks hung from behind her neck, obscuring her eyes. I could only make out her lips, pursed in indignation.

"Did I tell you how great you smell tonight?"

The corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a smile. This time when I reached up, she didn't resist. Our lips met, tenderly at first, then with a sudden hunger. My arms encircled her waist from the back and pulled her into me. She breathed and whimpered as my hands found her ass and squeezed, like they used to. I tried sliding my hands under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms but she shook her head and broke away from me.

"I can't be doing this."

I raised my hand to grab her face but she pushed it down. Hina's eyes were turned away. I could see she was trying to snap out of it. There was a small noise from behind her roommate's door, a slight thud. Like someone falling rather heavily on a bed. Annoyed. Having given up on girls' night.

"I guess she's not coming back anytime soon." I muttered.

"And whose fault is that?" Hina said in a way that wasn't really a question. I reached out to the table and grabbed the remote, switching the TV off. I raised my other arm, palm facing up.

"I volunteer to be the sole entertainment for tonight."

Hina rolled her eyes.

"Pity I can't change the channels."

"Maybe you can!"

She squinted at me.

"There's TLC." I reached up and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Hina hesitated but reciprocated soon. My fingers stroked her arm while the other hand snaked down her side and grabbed her hip. I broke away after a few moments.

"There's Animal Planet." I pulled my legs up behind her waist and used them to grip her hips in a vice. The hand that was on her waist sneaked under her tee shirt and moved up until it cupped the side of her breast. I locked my lips onto her mouth, which was slightly parted in shock. My tongue reached across the divide and tangled with hers. Hina groaned but didn't pull back. I squeezed her unrestrained tit and flicked the nipple with my thumb. My cock was straining against the fabric of my jeans, and Hina felt it -- her body responding when I ground my crotch against her mound. Her hair fell wild across my face and tickled, but I paid no mind to it. When we pulled away Hina's face was flushed, her breaths shallow and rapid. Her eyes were all kinds of smoky.

"And there's History Channel." I uncrossed my legs and pulled Hina down on the couch on her side, her back to the cushions. I rolled on my side and leaned my weight on my elbow. Hina was effectively sandwiched between my body and the couch's backrest. I pulled her lower leg on top of mine and pushed my knee between her thighs. Our legs now lay intertwined, and I snaked my free hand behind her ear. I gently massaged her scalp with my fingers. Then I leaned in and planted soft kisses all over her nose, her cheek and her chin. Back when we were together, this was her favourite position to be in on the couch. We'd stay like this and make out for what felt like hours. It would usually end up in us fucking, but it didn't have to. She felt safe, and she felt loved. And I was more than happy to oblige.

"Hey" she said softly. I didn't reply and continued planting small kisses on her face.

"Hey" this time she put her hand up between her face and mine. I raised my eyebrows.

"What?"

Putting her weight on one arm, she rose slightly and looked over the backrest at Lola's closed door. She came back down and looked at me, biting her lip.

"You need to keep quiet."

I grinned and kissed her. As my tongue entered her mouth for the second time that night, my hand slid under her tee, slowly pulling the hem up from the front.

"And we're not doing the history channel today."

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Back to the present.

Hina arrived in the next hour and a half. I watched her exit the lift, her face buried in her phone. She was wearing a sequinned, parrot green skirt. The hem barely made it past her mid-thigh. She must've given someone -- maybe more than one -- quite the peek between her legs if she hadn't been keeping them crossed.

And why would she keep them crossed? She's a slut. A porno whore.

She looked up from the screen and her eyes met mine.

"I was really hoping you'd be gone by now. Or at least passed out."

I rose, unsteadily on my feet.

"I was really hoping you wouldn't do porn."

"Oh fuck you! You're the last person I want to have this talk with." She shoved me angrily away from her door, rummaging in her purse for the keys.

"Who else knows about this?"

"Besides the guy I fucked and the guy who filmed it? No one."

There was venom in the way she emphasised those words. Hina was clearly taking the offensive, letting me know she wasn't gonna stand for me taking the moral high ground. She found the key and slid it into the lock. She unlocked it and grabbed the door handle.

"How do you think your parents will take this? Your little brother? Knowing his older sister is doing porn on the down low?"

She paused. "Is that what this is? A blackmail attempt?"

"No-"

"-Good, cuz you're too much of a pussy to try and blackmail me." She opened the door and slid in through the doorway. I reached for her hand that was holding on to the door, and pulled it before she slipped it in. Hina glared at me.

"I just wanna know why."

"What fucking difference does it make?"

"I thought we were comfortable sharing secrets. After we broke up."

"Apparently not, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Hina jerked her hand away and slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck do you think!" came her voice from within.

I punched the door and stood there till my breathing returned to normal. My face was hot... and my balls were tight. Along with that barely-there skirt, Hina had been wearing a full-sleeved bodysuit top. The top was sheer, and her bra underneath pushed up her tits such that her cleavage rocked with each step she took. I had managed to catch a glimpse of her ass - made prominent by her platform shoes - as she'd squeezed through her door. She looked like a million bucks... but why hadn't she come back home with someone?

The first time I'd met her had been at a ball at university, in sophomore year. She used to wear her hair a little shorter back then, but her body looked just as ravishing as tonight. Hina always managed to squeeze herself in dresses and fill them out nicely. That night at the ball I had to fight off a bunch of salivating seniors to ask her out. We'd dated for the better part of next year, before she got insecure about this other girl from my dorm I'd been hanging out with.

Nisha.

She was in a couple of classes with me at uni. We shared the same hallway at the dorm so we'd occasionally drop by at each other's rooms for help with assignments. I'd gotten acquainted with Nisha a fair bit before I ever even met Hina. We'd usually hang out only at dorm events, and outside of homework didn't see much of each other. She had her own clique. That changed when, in the middle of junior year, Hina went back home for the summer break. I stayed back a few weeks to attend an internship and found to my surprise that Nisha had stayed back as well. Her parents were away from home, and she'd decided she'd rather slum it for a couple of weeks in the dorms instead of flying across the country to an empty home.

I and Nisha had dinners together almost every night, and attended a couple of barbecues, house parties and movie screenings. Nothing ever happened between us, not because I didn't want it to, but I could sense Nisha never saw me that way. After the break we ended up on the same hallway again, and picked our friendship up where we'd left off. I'd sometimes bring her over to dinners with me, Hina and a couple of mutual friends. A couple of times Hina caught me texting Nisha when we were hanging out. Nothing questionable, just banter between friends. I was faithful to Hina, and even offered to stop hanging out with Nisha if it made her feel more secure about my fidelity. I eventually did stop hanging out with Nisha. Hina seemed satisfied with that, and more-or-less secure in our relationship till we broke up, which was over other differences.

So if it wasn't about Nisha, what did Hina think I kept from her? I cast a mental eye over the events surrounding my drunken hook-up with her...

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I wasn't drunk anymore, but I was buzzing. We'd rutted like racehorses on that couch. We hadn't even bothered with the clothes. Hina swept the gusset of her sports shorts aside to let me enter her, as my jeans lay bunched up around my ankles. I pulled her tee shirt up to her neck, where it stayed. She rode me cowgirl. Bucking her hips on my crotch, her hands on my chest for support. When her legs started tiring she sank all the way down on my cock and ground her hips on my pelvis. The friction from the fabric of her shorts added to the pressure from rubbing made her quickly go over the edge. Hina arced her hips, lifting off my groin, and her eyes rolled up. Her hands clawed my chest as her orgasm roiled through her body.

I could see she was trying hard to keep quiet, even as her breaths stuttered in and out of her body in tiny gasps and squeaks. That made me switch into the next gear. I start thrusting in her even as she came back down from her contractions. I pawed at her tits, pinching and flicking the engorged nipples with my fingers. Her mounds felt full and heavy in my hands, the areola textured in gooseflesh. I had forgotten these small details as time had passed after our breakup. As on many sleepless nights with her in college, it was the small things which sent me racing to the coital peak. Her flared nostrils, a vein that stuck out in her neck, her glistening armpits, the tiny dimples above her thighs, the tiny shivers in her belly, flecks of grool on her trimmed bush.

Hina must've realised I was about to explode cuz she quickly pushed off me, but the head of my cock got pulled with the leg of her shorts. I shot the first thick spurts of jism inside the fabric as she half-kneeled over me. The following ones ended up on her thigh and ran down the inside of her legs. My cock twitched and leaked cum as we watched a wet spot form around the gusset of her shorts. I started laughing. Hina crinkled her nose.

"You're disgusting!"

Hina quickly stepped out of her cum-soaked shorts and used them as a rag to wipe her thighs. Then she threw them on my face. I managed to dodge them. I couldn't stop laughing at her, standing as she was next to me, her tee shirt around her neck, tits swollen with the bee sting nipples, her swollen labia matted with soft hair covered in both our juices. She made sulking sounds while she slapped my chest.

"Asshole! You ruin my movie night and then you ruin my favourite pair of shorts!"

I was wheezing. Hina kept raining blows on me.

"Stop fucking laughing! This isn't funny! We're not even-"

She cut herself off. I stopped laughing and looked at her face. Her expression had turned sombre.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. And you better not be here when I get back."

She pulled her shirt back down. I watched her walk to her room, her ass cheeks jiggling under the hem. I chuckled and checked my phone. There was the usual bullshit in the chat groups. Twitter and Instagram had more of the same. I yawned loudly and pulled my pants on. I figured before I left, I might as well let Hina know I felt bad about ruining her shorts. Not that I gave two shits either way, but I might as well pretend to. It was cold outside. Maybe she'd let me stay a while longer...

I called her name at the door. There was no reply. I turned the knob and found it was unlocked. I sneaked in. The bathroom had its lights on, the sound of a running shower coming from within. I tip-toed to the doorway and peeked in. She was in the shower stall. The frosted glass panes of the stall were nearly opaque. I could see her outline inside. I felt blood begin to rush to my cock again. Oh well, maybe if I acted sincere enough in my "apology"...

I opened the door. Instead of Hina, I found myself looking into the very shocked face of Lola. Her hand-held shower head slipped from her hand and went clattering on the stall floor.

Oh fuck!

My hand shot out over her mouth before she could scream.

"Chill chill chill chill chill chill!" I said through gritted teeth.

She started struggling so I had to step into the stall and hold her hands down. I pressed my body up against her, trying to get her to relent.

"CHILL!" I hissed through my teeth. "Lola calm the fuck down!"

Lola didn't give in easily. I had to hold her down for about half a minute while trying to get her to calm down. The legs of my jeans were drenched from the shower still going full blast. I realised I had had a semi-hard cock going into the shower and it must be pressing on Lola's belly. I was quickly going soft but Lola was very likely feeling threatened.

"I'm not going to hurt you. This was an accident. Relax. It's okay."

She said something angrily. I realised her drool was starting to coat my palm.

"It was an accident! I thought this was Hina's room! I'll let go and walk out of this shower and out of your flat if you promise to not scream! I swear!"

Lola bucked again and swore at me. I had no problem figuring that word out. Her wet boobs were pressing into my chest. Her nipples were surprisingly hard.

"I swear I'll walk out. This was an honest mistake. You know me." I pled with her. "Just tell me you won't scream."

Lola sighed and looked like she was gonna give in.

"You swear you won't scream?"

She nodded.

"Alright then. Just please calm down."

She glared at me. I slowly let go of her wrist and pulled my weight off her chest. I raised my free hand as I backed one step. Then I pulled my other hand off her mouth, raising it as well. I was waving the white flag.

And an entirely different kind of flag in my pants.

"I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm going."

Lola still glared at me.

"Just please don't tell Hina. This was an honest mist-"

"Shut up and get the fuck out!" She hissed.

As soon as I was out of the bathroom doorway, I turned and started marching to her room's door. Her desk was against the wall next to the door. Her iPad had a video on pause. I almost didn't see it in my shame-faced hurry and had to do a double take as I passed by.

On the video, Hina's face stuck out over the couch back. Her hair was messed up, eyes half-closed in ecstasy. It was clearly from just ten minutes ago. I stopped in my tracks, picked up the iPad and pressed Play. Hina's head bobbed in frame, a goofy grin plastered over her face as the camera caught her getting fucked. A shadow fell across the frame -- it was a door slowly swinging shut -- and a hand shot out to push it away. It was Lola, filming us on her iPad through a small gap between the door and the frame.

"You said you were going to fucking leave!" Came Lola's voice from behind me.

I whipped around.

"You were recording us! What the fuck!?"

Lola snatched the iPad away from me.

"Get the fuck out or I'll scream my head off. I fucking mean it!" There was venom in her voice.

"Fuck you. Fucking creep." I managed to get the last word in before the door slammed in my face.

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I remember I couldn't get out of there fast enough. That bitch Lola... I had texted her multiple times the next day, asking her to delete the video. She hadn't replied. I had pondered telling Hina about it, but I realised I couldn't do that without Lola spilling the beans on how I had walked in on her showering naked. I guess there was an unwritten agreement between me and Lola now. So was that the secret Hina thought I kept from her?

Now that I thought about it, it was clear Lola had been doing a little more than just taking a shower. She had been getting off to Hina and I fucking, like a stalking pervert. No, Lola wouldn't have told her. She couldn't, not if she valued their friendship. Or risk getting thrown out.

I had kept trying to contact Hina after that drunken hook-up. She didn't pick up any of my calls. She had gone totally AWOL, right till the day I found her skin flicks. What had happened in those few days between us hooking up and her getting throat-fucked by a faceless porno dude?

I eventually left Hina's apartment. I kept puzzling over those questions over the next few days. Then one evening, after I got back home from a pick-up ball game with friends, I found an email with a link to a Dropbox folder. It was from Hina, but she was using an address I hadn't seen before. The folder had just one file, a video. It started off with Hina holding and talking to the camera -- addressing me - with Lola in the background, sitting on the bed with her.

"Hey lover," She began. "I guess you have questions. Not that I ever wanted to answer them..." Hina giggled, Lola smirked. "... but you've been so persistent, and I guess I never could say no to those puppy-dog eyes of yours."

Fuck you Hina

"To start off, yeah, I did porn. I got the idea from watching those old videos you and I recorded. I never thought I'd look good on camera, but you - my talented cameraman - proved me wrong. I never told you but I uploaded those videos on a tube site, way before you threatened to post them yourself. I got like, a ton of views on those clips. One of them was from the guys who ended up shooting the porno with. They hit me up with the offer and I said yes, after thinking for a day. The first time was for the money. The second time was for fun. And the third time... well, because I couldn't get enough. It really broke my heart when the company went out of business."

"I'm sure it did, you slut." I muttered under my breath. In the video Hina carried on.

"Now that I think about it, fucking you that night when you came over drunk was a mistake. But uhh..." she glanced at Lola, "we got some good material out of it."

We?

"Of course, Lola told me how you walked in on her showering, and caught her filming us that night. Not that I was too cut up about it. Not at all. But I owe it to you enough to tell you how much my followers - sorry, our followers, enjoyed watching me fuck my ex."

Hina had sneaked another surreptitious glance at Lola as she'd said this. I didn't understand. Lola told her, and didn't get kicked out? Also, "followers"? What the hell was going on?

"Let me back up. Doing porn with a professional company gave me the confidence I needed to do adult material online. In between my first two scenes, I set up an account on OnlyFans. I put out a couple clips of me solo on that page, but they didn't gain much traction. Then Lola came into the picture. It started out with her filming me and editing the clips. Whether it was solo, boy-girl, she filmed it all. Soon our relationship became a little less professional, and a lot more... interpersonal. See for yourself."

The video cut to a montage. Short, three-second clips playing out in quick succession. Hina stripping on camera. Hina pinching and tweaking her nipples. Hina rubbing her pussy through her panties. Hina filming herself masturbating. Then someone else holding the camera as Hina fucked herself with a dildo. I figured it was Lola, just as she entered the frame in the next clip, wearing a lace masquerade mask.

Hina rubbing Lola's shoulders as they knelt on the bed together.

Hina taking Lola's top off.

Hina kissing up Lola's bare thigh.

Hina's face buried between Lola's legs.

Lola returning the favour by kissing and sucking on Hina's tits.

Lola rubbing and fingering Hina's pussy.

Lola turning Hina onto her side before lapping away at her entrance.

Hina quivering in her climax.

Hina kissing Lola as they lay next to each other.

"As I tell our followers, subscribe if you wanna see the full video." Hina said as the video cut back to her and Lola. My ears were burning. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I wanted to punch something. Hard.

"Lola and I are partners now in this new enterprise. We're making a ton of money together and ever since she came on board, our followers grew... what was it, eight-fold? We were able to go full-time on Onlyfans. So my porn gigs drying up actually helped us out, big time."

Then Lola spoke, for the first time since the video began. "Also, I don't know if you guessed it, but we're dating." It was like she couldn't keep it in any longer. Hina grinned, leaned back and tilted her head to the side to meet Lola's lips. They kissed each other, softly but with lots of tongue, making a show of it. As they separated, Lola put her arms around Hina's neck and sucked on her earlobe, looking straight at the camera. Hina continued.

"So now you know everything. Seeing as you were there in the beginning of my online adult career, I felt I owed you an explanation. But this is it. This is all you're gonna get from me. Don't ever call me again. You can text, but I'll have to charge. Time is money, babe."

"Mmm... and we're fully booked out" Lola chirped. Hina blew me a kiss and turned to Lola. The video ended with the final frame frozen on my laptop, their lips pressed together.

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