[Steel]

Oh, course, at this point I had her, strokers. She was mine, even if she didn't realize it yet. All that I needed to do was reach out and take her. I know that this has been a photo-heavy training log this time around, strokers, but it all leads up to this. I told Laila that if she wanted to see my cock again, it would have to be in person. And, after some token resistance, she agreed. The scene was set, after class at the community center, a couple of minutes after the last person left...

The camera approached Laila. who stood at a table at the front of some sort of wellness centre. Even with the black bars covering her eyes, Sharath could tell she was embarrassed and annoyed. She gestured nervously toward the perspective of the camera. "What's with the camera. You didn't say you were going to film this."

Rakesh chuckled. "I already have a picture of your asshole, sweetcheeks. What does one little video matter? If it's a dealbreaker, we can just go our separate ways, of course..."

"Fine," snapped Laila, blushing heavily, clearly embarrassed to be on camera, but unwilling to walk away from this taboo encounter. "Let's just... Let's get this over with. You'll send more pictures if I do this, right?" She was already gripping the waistband of her yoga pants as she spoke, turning around to face away from Rakesh.

"You have my word," said Rakesh, his voice dripping with smug amusement. "Enough stalling. Let me see what I came for."

Laila pulled her spandex and panties down over the swell of her impressive ass, revealing their pale, chubby roundness.

"That's not enough," said Rakesh in a hungry voice. "Show me everything."

"I know. I'm doing it," snapped Laila, irritated, but with a slight rasp of arousal tainting her voice. She reached back and gripped her cheeks with her pants down around her knees, pulling them apart slowly. It had been erotic in the photos, but it was twice as fascinating here... and twice as frustrating as the blank black disc and bar of censorship appeared. For an instant, maybe a single frame, Sharath swore he could almost see a glimpse of her tight hole, but then it was blocked. The twisted pleasure roared inside him as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

Rakesh stood for a long minute, zooming in on what, for Sharath, were just featureless black zones, then he spoke again. "Well. After that little treat, I think I'm ready to give you your reward too."

Laila turned gratefully, beginning to pull her pants back up. Rakesh stopped her. "No, leave those down... who knows, the mood might strike you and you'll appreciate the easy access."

"Of course not. Pig," muttered Laila, huffily crossing her arms, but leaving her pants pulled down. Sharath's vision was still completely denied by the back bar, but she was clearly naked from the waist to the knees.

"Whatever," she grumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Like you said, it's your turn. Show me." Her voice was prickly and harsh, but it was obvious to Sharath that she was eager for the sight of Rakesh's cock. She bit her lips lightly in anticipation, fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together lightly as she waited.