Chapter 3: Content Interrupted
The ring light cast a sterile glow on Nomi’s nervous smile as she adjusted the camera angle, her script forgotten beside her. “So, today’s video is about reclaiming your—” The apartment door clicked open, and her voice died. Ant and Jazzy filled the doorway, their eyes darkening as they took in her setup, her bare legs, the sheer lace of her panties. “We’re filming,” Nomi stammered, a flush creeping up her chest. Ant’s grin was predatory as he stalked toward the couch, never breaking eye contact with the camera’s red recording light. “Yeah, I see that.” He dropped to his knees before her, his hands hooking into the sides of her panties. “Keep rolling.” He tore the flimsy fabric with his teeth, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, and Nomi’s shocked gasp was captured in high definition. Jazzy moved behind the couch, her hands firm on Nomi’s shoulders, shoving her face-down over the plush armrest. “Such a pretty little content creator,” Jazzy purred, her palm landing a sharp, stinging slap on Nomi’s exposed ass. Ant freed his cock, already hard, and spat into his hand before guiding himself to her entrance. He didn’t ease in; he drove, a single brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt and punched a ragged cry from Nomi’s lungs. Jazzy’s fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back toward the camera’s unblinking lens. “Look at you,” Jazzy breathed, her other hand sliding between Nomi’s legs to rub her clit in rough, demanding circles. “Tell your subscribers who you belong to.” Ant’s pace was a relentless, pounding rhythm, each slam jolting Nomi’s body, her moans choked and broken. “Ant and Jazzy,” she sobbed, the confession ripped from her, her orgasm building like a wave under their combined assault. “Only them.” Jazzy’s fingers worked her faster, Ant’s thrusts grew sloppy and deep, and Nomi came with a shattered scream, her body clenching violently around him as he followed, spilling into her with a guttural groan. They held her there, trembling and exposed, the camera light a silent witness to her complete surrender.