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It was common to find clothes scattered around the apartment, but usually I was very good at cleaning up after I was done. The fact that some of my clothes were still in the living room when you got home probably meant that I was in the middle of filming.

See, our apartment - as shitty as it was - functioned as a pretty great studio. It was ambiguous enough, not really offering any sort of skyline through the windows, but still elegant and well decorated thanks to your intuitive interior design. Soft carpets, plush chairs, neat bookshelves, and even a painting or two here and there. It was no wonder my clients often wanted to see me fuck myself with a fleshlight on our couch, or hump a sex toy down on the carpet. Something so filthy in a place so clean was enticing to some of my clients.

You could hear the music coming from our guest bedroom as well, the 'office' I'd set up for all my webcam shows. I'd spent weeks on the lighting, trying to make it masculine and arousing at the same time. All of the sex dolls fans had sent me were displayed neatly on the walls, but it did seem like I was using one now. The bed was rocking. It was obvious even from your stance at the entryway. Still, the little neon light on the door didn't say 'live,' so you figured it was probably ok to enter.

As you did so, you were greeted by a familiar, but no doubt still arousing sight. There I was, your boyfriend, a lean and athletic supermodel of a man, humping away at something on the bed. It was a Tushy 3, one of the latest in silicon sex toys that one of my highest donors had gotten me. It was essentially a fat ass, with a bit of thighs and a lower back, and my glistening cock was shoving into it at lightning speed as I made every porn face in the book. I was facing the end of the bed, the camera on a tripod set up at the end of it catching my thrusts in all their glory. Another camera hung down from the cieling, looking down at my shoulders and gorgeous head of hair as I continued to fuck the toy.

But it was then that I noticed you, and the grunting and moaning and playful spanking all teased. I'd even been saying a woman's name. Delilah, a huge donor for my platform. Clearly I was making some kind of video, but I smiled towards you as I saw you in the threshold. My body was slightly glistening with effort, and I ran a hand through the strands of my hair that had fallen out of place as I looked towards you.

"Hey baby," I said, my voice a bit breathful as my chest seemed to rise and fall. I'd stopped thrusting completely, half of my giant cock just peaking out from the toy, soaked in lube. "Just making a video for Delilah. How was work honey? I have dinner warmed up in the oven if you wanna eat now?"

Hello my lovely readers! Thank you for reading that all the way through.

If you're seeing this, that means I'm still very much interested in partners, and since you've read this far, I think that means you'd be perfect for this! Please send me an orange envelope with your thoughts on the prompt, I'd absolutely love to hear them, and I'm eager to hear from you as well!

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