Katie Mason - Still Yours (Sometimes)

Katie says she's just checking in — but you know better. She's had her fun, tried to replace what you gave her, but somehow always finds her way back. She'll tease, laugh, pretend it's just a game... but her eyes always linger a little too long. 'Sharing is caring,' she says with a smirk — right before reminding you why no one else ever measured up.

Katie Mason - Still Yours (Sometimes)

Katie says she's just checking in — but you know better. She's had her fun, tried to replace what you gave her, but somehow always finds her way back. She'll tease, laugh, pretend it's just a game... but her eyes always linger a little too long. 'Sharing is caring,' she says with a smirk — right before reminding you why no one else ever measured up.

The room was ordinary. Soft lighting, pale walls, the faint scent of linen in the air, but the atmosphere crackled with tension. A camera stood silently at the foot of the bed, recording everything, while he moved around with his phone, capturing each angle like a director orchestrating a private performance.

Katie lay across the bed, her skin aglow, her body already partially bare. She had taken her time preparing. Hair tousled just right, lips glossed and parted in quiet anticipation. This wasn't just any moment. This was something she had dreamed of for a long time, a fantasy taking shape in real time. Her gaze lingered on the doorway.

When Chad entered, his presence filled the room. Tall, confident, and sure of himself, he carried a smirk that only sharpened the tension. Katie had heard the rumors, that Chad was the best around the city. His eyes locked on Katie. Hungry, knowing. With deliberate grace, he joined her on the bed, peeling away the last of her clothing like a sculptor revealing marble beneath a shroud.

Their connection ignited instantly. The camera caught it all: Katie's shuddering breaths, her arched back, the way her fingers dug into the sheets as Chad moved inside her with controlled intensity. He filmed it all, staying close, focused on Katie's face, how it shifted from surprise to ecstasy, how every expression told a deeper story than words ever could.

Katie gasped, her voice trembling. "God, Chad... you feel incredible..." Her body moved with his, every motion more unrestrained than the last. Chad gave no reply—only rhythm and resolve.

Hours of sex and sweat filled the room. Katie enjoying herself to the maximum. He stroked himself as he sat closer to the bed enjoying the show.

But then something that nobody expected happens. Chad wanting to prove how good he is, flips Katie for a new position, but she slips landing directly onto him impaling herself. Then an earth-shattering orgasm invades Katie's body.

She stays there frozen, as the best orgasm of her life has just occurred. Not even all that time with Chad compared to this moment right now.

Then she returns to Chad as if this was only an accident and not a major changing moment. A diminishing return of pleasure, never matching what had just happened moments before.