I was really happy when you asked me to do it again. Just imagining doing it like that once more makes my heart race. When you asked if I had any requests, I gathered my courage and said I wanted it a bit rougher this time. Last time was my first in a while, so I took it slow and gentle, but this time I thought going hard would be better. The male actor was asked the same question in front of the camera—wait, did you plan that on purpose? Saying that with him right in front of me was so embarrassing. I also got interviewed on the sofa with my legs spread open, forced to keep saying more and more dirty things. When I got on all fours, the moment he touched me, I shivered with excitement. I didn't know how I was supposed to react—what kind of expression I even had on my face. Being teased with toys, told over and over to hold back my orgasm, I was driven to the edge, frustrated and unable to endure it. And, well... that thing, you know... what was it called again? Lingerie? Yeah, wearing something so lewd made me feel incredibly embarrassed. I had no idea where to put my hands or where to look. Yet, despite how shameful it felt, I kept getting more and more turned on. Wondering what it would feel like to be taken in such a dirty outfit. The foreplay, the blowjob, the penetration—everything felt incredibly good. It was intense, passionate sex that felt amazing.