Polka-dot skirt hiked up around her waist, no panties in sight as she peels it higher for better access, bare thighs straddling his hips on the worn blue mattress. Hands grip his rigid shaft, stroking firm and deliberate while the red phone hovers close, lens drinking in the veins pulsing under her touch. He lies back exposed, belly rising with heavy breaths, her fingers slicking up and down in relentless rhythm. Tension coils. Sudden spurt hits hard.