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With a soft groan, Phoebe Morgan arches her back and flexes the muscles in her shoulders, her fingers spreading apart before gripping the sheets tightly. She pulls at them as her legs briefly tremble, her body shivering as though a cold breeze has just blown over her. She slowly opens her eyes to find herself staring at the ceiling, well-rested after a good night's sleep. She lets out a little sigh and turns her head, a small smile gracing her face as the mare Voeldahn gazes upon her lover. It always brings her so much comfort to see him, though she'd never admit it...

Sleeping beside her, Ian also lay on his back. The long-haired and bearded human looks so peaceful. With his mouth partially agape, he quietly exhales and Phoebe nearly giggles at the thought of reaching inside to poke his tongue. The voluptuous mare rolls onto her side, resting her head in her hand and supporting it with her elbow. A very large and plump breast tries to sag to one side. It's full and beautiful, and many of her fans might assume they're fake but Phoebe's melons are as natural as can be. Some women are just blessed.

Her eyes scan the sleeping man's face, only to glance over to the cameras placed strategically around the room. The small camera she often makes him hold for the “cock cam" sits prominently atop the nightstand, plugged in and charging, right beside a half-empty bottle of lube. The other tripod-mounted cameras are always plugged in, and the remote on the nightstand could awaken them at a moment's notice. They spent the evening filming for her OnlyFurs page, where she goes by the sultry name of “Sinnamon", only to fall asleep in each other's arms not long afterward.

Her “work" makes her a considerable sum, as her popularity grows with each passing day. She has Ian to thank for that; she'd seemed to reach a limit until she began having sex with him on camera. Stripping only goes so far. It's a dream come true for the red mare; being a bit of a recluse she had no other prospects, despite how attractive she is. None would've believed that she had gone more than two years without sex up until she decided to seduce her sister's lover; Fiona wasn't claiming him, so why not?! Phoebe leans it to kiss Ian's cheek, but as she does she notices something else...

“Hmm?! Ooohh..."

The red mare coos as she looks down at his crotch. Has a family of mice pitched a tent over his crotch?! No, it's just his well-endowed manhood and big, full balls sitting prominently between his legs. His erection throbs, as it often does when he's reached his peak arousal. Phoebe gently nibbles on her bottom lip, chewing on the corner of her mouth as she tries not to smile wider. Her own voice debates with herself, weighing the morality of her thoughts and desires. The tiny part of her that's grown to care for him is outweighed by one sentence...

“I bet my fans would love this..."

With her mind made up, Phoebe leans carefully over her sleeping lover, her plump breasts smooshing against his chest as she stretches across him. He doesn't wake up, even as she shifts his body a little, swiping the remote, the bottle of lube and even hooking the small camera's lanyard with her little finger. Setting the items aside, Phoebe sits up and slowly pulls down the sheet while trying not to snag it on Ian's morning wood. She pauses when she sees it uncovered. It's like one half of a sharply angled arch, a thick and prominent pillar, an tilted obelisk of masculinity that demands her submission.

Her body grows warm and Phoebe reaches a hand down to rub herself, putting just the right amount of pressure on her loins. She huffs and coos as she feels how hot she's already becoming, her desire overriding the obvious issues with her plan: Ian isn't awake and has no idea what she intends to do, nor does he know that she's about to film it all. With a click of the remote, she awakens the tripod-mounted cameras. Shortly thereafter, a finger slithers inside of her womanhood and Phoebe lets out a groan. She looks toward the camera, giggles and winks.

“Shh..." She shushes the future audience, pressing the finger that was just inside her to her lips, then licks her finger before whispering her intentions. “I'm gonna surprise him. Who doesn't love a little morning romp? Hehe!"

Taking the bottle of lube, Phoebe uses one hand to flip open the lid and squeeze a hefty dab of warming jelly onto the underside of his throbbing gland. The swollen tip is more than capable of holding onto the lubricating jelly, giving her plenty of time to set the bottle aside, collect the small camera and throw a leg over him. Ian begins to stir as the bed tremors. Phoebe uses her free hand to spread her own loins with her fingers, then rests the little finger of her hand which holds the camera against the head of Ian's manhood.

That's all the force she needs to keep it still as she uses his penis to smear the lube into the entrance of her most sacred space, preparing her loins better than it could on it's own. After all, if she takes the time to become properly wet, he might wake up and do something else, like use the bathroom or make a bowl of cereal! Ian groans as he feels his member being used in his sleep, his well-lubricated gland sliding easily into the taut space that is Phoebe's waiting vagina. The heat of her loins is a shock to the system and he begins to awaken, opening his eyes just as the red mare rocks her hips and violently shoves him in!

“Nngh! Hhff... AHH!!!" She yelps after trying to hold back her cries. “H-h-hhff... Ooohhhh fuuuuck..."

Her breath shakes as she feels a bit of soreness in her loins, carried over from the previous session. Ian is not the largest man on the planet but he's bigger than most, and the most substantial lover she's ever enjoyed and twice in less than twelve hours might be asking a little too much from her pussy. With every insertion, every orgasm, every sensation of being filled with his virile cum, Phoebe is forced to tell herself that she is only having great sex; she's NOT in love with him. Her mind is just tricking her because he feels so damn good! As she eases herself down until her plump buttocks sits softly atop his lap, her thicc cheeks resting on his thighs, she notes the soreness as she rocks her hips.

“Ph... Phoebe?!" He asks with a hefty sigh, his lips hardly moving.

“Shh... 'Sinnamon.'" She whispers, leaning forward and stretching out over him.

As she stretches out and presses her body against him, her breasts smoosh against his chest and bulge at the sides just the way her audience likes. She ensnares his head with one hand and kisses him like a proper lover, only to work her way around to his human ear as she begins violently rocking and swiveling her hips, bucking against him and her body moves up and down, taking his cock inside of her quivering pussy for the umpteenth time.

“Say 'Sinnamon', baby..." She quietly instructs. “I've got the cameras rolling. Nnhh. Y-you're lucky that, hhff, I can edit out that little slip of the tongue."

Ian lay still for a moment before placing his hands on her hips. He responds the way he often does and gradually becomes more dominant and demanding. It's quite nice to have an alpha male in the one place most women want it; he's dominant and somewhat aggressive in the bedroom but is an easygoing, playful sweetheart throughout their daily interactions.

“Well, good morning to you too, Sinnamon!" He suddenly chirps, getting into character. “I'm glad you finally put my morning wood to good use!" He adds, slapping her ass.

“Ahh! Y-yeah! Nngfh! I couldn't just leave it like that! Hhff!" She grunts and yelps out her reply.

She's not sure if his words hold any weight or if he's just playing it up for her fans, but it sounds good, and as the pleasure builds Phoebe is positive that she will only want to do this again, and again, and again, as many times as she can get away with. As she sits up to ride her lover properly, her hands on his chest, she notes how firm his erection is. It hasn't softened even a bit, not even after ten minutes and not even after fifteen. She whimpers and wails through an orgasm as Ian films with the little camera only for him to set it aside and then roll her over.

It's these moments when he takes full control that she appreciates him the most. With his hands on her plump and furry buttocks and his face buried in the pillows behind her head, the human grunts with almost every firm thrust into her loins. He's like a machine, tailor-made for her pleasure. Thrust after powerful thrust sends shockwaves throughout her body for more than thirty minutes. Poor Phoebe is trapped in orgasmic bliss! As they reach roughly fifty minutes of non-stop pleasure, she begins to wonder if she's awoken a sleeping giant.

She tries to make a request but cannot speak through the panting, gasping or moaning. A fear begins to envelope her. It isn't that Ian is going to unleash his virile seed inside of her fertile loins, again. It's even worse than becoming pregnant... The cameras won't see the money shot! She cannot think and can hardly even see as her eyelids flutter and her back arches involuntarily with the next of many powerful orgasms which come like waves on a beach. Her hooves bounce and sway in the air behind his buttocks, her hands feebly clawing at his sides as she holds him as tight as she can. Though she knows it's impossible, she never wants the pleasure to end.

Eventually, Ian has finally had enough and buries his more than seven-inch-long manhood inside of her. He grunts like a beast as he unleashes a torrential flow inside of his lover, who awoke him so rudely by enveloping him with her loins. This is just what she deserves. As Ian huffs and puffs, blowing a huge load inside of the mare's pussy, Phoebe can do little more than lay there shivering as she clings to him, her soft fur damp and matted with their combined sweat as she feels his sperm entering her uterus, eager to conquer it and claim the space for their master.

Her half playful and half calculating attempt to enjoy her partner while making more footage has once again proven how competent a lover he is, cementing in her mind the need to keep him for as long as possible... For her work, of course!

“Damn... Hhff-hhff-hhff! That, hhff, was something! Hhff!" She pants in carnal bliss.

“Nnhh-yeah..." Ian slowly pushes himself up, looking down to their fused genitals.

“Oh, stud, I-!"

Like a trained dog, he reaches for the camera before she even says anything. He's such a good boy! This is one of the many reasons she keeps him around. He picks up the small camera as he kneels between her legs, ready to pull out and film the aftermath.

“Yeah, babe?" He asks, slowly retracting from her loins as he films a close-up.

“I-I hope you-. Nnhh!"

She pauses and winces as the bulbous head of his penis pops out of her, her body shivering at the sensation of the cool air entering her and his voluminous seed spilling out. It runs slowly down the crack of her ass, the goopy, sticky cum staining her fur all the way down until it pools in the fine black hairs of her equine tail.

“I hope you aren't upset with me, stud... I saw that big thing just hanging around and I couldn't leave the poor guy all alone." She speaks so innocently, giggling softly as she finishes.

“You made it up to me." He replies, using a thumb to scoop some of his semen back inside of her loins.

“Nngh! Mhm..." She nods, shivering from the sensation. “We should do this more often!" She chirps, looking at the lens of the little camera which now peers up between her mountainous breasts.

“Mhm. Sounds like a good way to start the morning!" He winks.

“Ooh-yeah." She coos, her cheeks flushing.

With her legs raised and spread, and her lover situated comfortably between them, Phoebe reaches down and softly touches his chest. He turns off the cameras for her, first the small camera and then the tripod-mounted cameras with the remote. Softly touching his chest is a subtle signal that she uses when they're done acting.

“Wow! That was fuckin' great!" She proclaims.

“You could've asked me if you wanted to do that, though..."

“You know you liked it." Phoebe winks, caressing his chest and belly before grabbing his slimy dick. “What guy wouldn't want to wake up to hot sex? Especially a guy so... Mmm. Substantial."

She coos as she caresses his girthy manhood, which is wider than three of her fingers. As soon as she touches him she gasps and stares in awe.

“Jeez, babe! You're still hard!"

“Yeah. It'll take a minute."

“You lasted a little longer, too. Almost an hour!" She comments, fighting back a proud smile as she chews on her bottom lip.

“That's pretty typical for me."

“You've had morning sex before?!" She feels a brief and jealous blush.

“A couple of times." He replies, sitting down beside her.

“Hmph..."

“What?" He looks to her.

“Nothing..." She murmurs, turning her head to look at him.

They share a gaze and Ian wraps his arms around her for a cuddle.

“Don't."

“Shut up and let me hold you." He playfully demands.

Though he's not as stern as when they're having sex, he's stern enough and Phoebe complies. Her mind is too busy fighting back the warmth in her chest to deny his wish and she's quickly embraced by the man she says she only works with. Her sister, Fiona, is the one who's supposed to claim his heart! Not her! Why the hell is she taking so long to do it?! As they cuddle, Phoebe caresses his forearms. Her mind races.

“Hey, Ian..."

“Hey, Phoebe." He quips.

“I enjoyed that."

“Me, too."

“I know." She giggles, shifting her legs and feeling the soreness in her vagina, among other things. “I wanna do that more!"

“That's going to be a lot of footage."

“Who says we have to film it all?"

Ian lifts his head and looks to her, surprised by the comment. He sees the genuinely innocent look on Phoebe's face. It's a rare sight, given how cold and calculating she's been up until this point. Everything has been for her OnlyFurs page, to increase her popularity and, of course, her income. This seems different...

“Yeah... Sure, we can do that. Now that I know to expect it, I can be ready for it."

“And Ian!?"

“Yeah?"

“If you wake up before me... I still wanna do it."

“... Seriously?!" His eyes widen at her startling request.

“Mhm. If I'm asleep, lube it up and stick it in me. Just film it the first time! After that, we can keep it between us." She coos, nuzzling him.

“Sure, Sinnamon." He smirks. “I will."

“Good boy." She caresses his cheek, then leans in to give him a passionate kiss.