Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 138

Chapter 138

The recording was good, you had to tell yourselves, even though it felt tame compared to the big toy scene you had recorded on Saturday. Well, it was goodenough. It would serve its purpose by sliding into the schedule to provide a better gradual escalation. Sabrina was going to release two videos that week, the first later that night and the second one on Friday.

She hadn't squirted during the scene, but she had leaked a lot down your hands and wrist, and you were almost more turned on once the cameras were off as Sabrina slowly licked it off of your arm, wrist and fingers while keeping eye contact with you.

"Were you always this kinky?" you asked her.

"God, no," Sabrina laughed, then sucked your thumb into her mouth and popped off of it. "It probably started once I started taking the pictures for OnlyFans and checking out the content of other girls. Then my solo videos pushed me further, but this?" She sucked your pointer finger into her mouth. "This is all inspired by you, John."

"Well you inspire me," you said, moving to pick her up so you could take her over to the couch and fuck her again.

"No, no," she said, fending you off with her hands and a laugh. "We need to clean up the gear, and I need to make dinner. That was tiring work, you know."

"Are you saying you need to build your energy up for later?" you asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, baby," Sabrina smiled and kissed you lightly.

You took on the job of cleaning up the equipment, having learned it all fairly easily, while Sabrina got started on dinner by throwing on an apron - and only an apron. Once the equipment was away she told you to get her laptop out and load up Netflix so you could watch the next episode of Castle. You got the laptop out and managed to get to Netflix on the browser, but were distracted watching her in the kitchen.

Sabrina had always been graceful to you. She had a lithe body, and she moved with purpose. There was something about watching her, all but naked, moving around the kitchen that just made you smile. And it wasn't just her naked butt bopping around.

"Do you have it ready?" she asked over her shoulder.

You stood up, leaving the laptop on the table, and went behind her and slid your hands across her sides and to her front, hugging her back to you lightly without pulling her from her work at the counter. You had one hand on her stomach and the other higher, grabbing one of her little tits. You also happened to be naked as well, and your chubbed up cock pressed against the small of her back and the cleft of her ass. "I did, but you are a lot more fun to watch than Castle," you said. You released her boob and brought your hand out from under the apron to pull her silky hair away from her neck so you could kiss her there. "What are you making?"

"Stir fry," she groaned happily. "Fuck, John, you know what you're doing to me."

"I do," you smiled into the crook of her neck, kissing her again.

She reached back and took your cock in one hand behind her, squeezing softly. "Dinner then play, Mister."

"You sure?" you asked, sliding your hands down from her stomach to her mound and tickling her pubic hair.

"Yyyyyes," she drew out slowly, and then gripped your cock a little harder. "And I'm not sure if I'm happy you like watching my ass more than Castle. You're besmirching my beloved Nathan Fillion!"

That got you chuckling, and you left Sabrina to her cooking as you loaded up the next episode and let it play with the sound on high so she could listen along. The stirfry didn't take too long, and instead of dividing it up onto two plates Sabrina brought it over to you in one bowl and brought you and the laptop back over to the couch.

"Is this how we're going to eat all the time?" you asked as she gave you a quick suck to get you fully hard.

"Any time we're at home," she smirked and took off the apron.

"Might get awkward for Gemma," you said.

"She can take her turn too," Sabrina said. "Though, to be fair, her boobs might get more in the way. But then we can just lick the food off of her."

"We?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

"I told you already," Sabrina said. "It isn't going to be long until she and I are doing everything as intimate as you and the two of us. It's inevitable."

"Whatever you say, dear," you said, putting on a beleaguered husband voice.

"Happy wife, happy life," Sabrina chuckled.

"Wife, huh?" you pointed out.

That got her blushing, but didn't stop her from straddling your lap and lowering herself onto your cock. "You know what I meant," she said.

"Right," you said. "Wives. Plural."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. We'll go with that."

"Guess I need to get some rings," you joked. "The rule is three months' salary, right? Am I supposed to split that between both of you, or three months each? And am I waiting until we're lawyers, or should I just do it now and base it on our intern pay?"

"Baby," Sabrina said. "That's not even funny. Eat your food." She'd only brought one fork over with the bowl of stir fry, and she practically jammed your mouth full of food.

"M'yes, dea'," you mumbled through the mouthful. Sabrina kissed your stuffed lips lightly, still shaking her head at you, and pressed play on the laptop so you could watch while she fed the two of you.