Pussy is not for you because you are the pussy

I still get pissed thinking about it. The light was coming in from the window behind me, hitting her hair all wrong, making these little strands stick to her cheek while she looked right at the camera. Like she wanted me to see. Her mouth was open, not even moaning, just hanging there. The guy behind her had one hand planted on the bed, the other gripping her hip hard enough the skin went white around his fingers. You could see the sweat on his back. The way his thighs flexed every time he pushed forward. I remember the bedsheets were that off-white kind, the cheap hotel kind that never really feel clean. There was a picture on the wall, some boring landscape in a dark frame. A lamp on the table. Nothing special. Just a room. She kept making that face. Not pleasure exactly. More like she was trying to stay focused. Like she was thinking about something else while he fucked her. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, one wrist had a black hair tie on it, sliding down toward her hand. The camera caught all of it. My phone was right there next to her, recording. I was on the chair by the window. Still dressed. Still hard in my jeans but not doing anything about it. Just watching. The sound of him slapping against her was louder than anything else in the room. Every few thrusts she'd make this little sound, not loud, just enough. Her eyes would flick toward me then back to the lens. The text on the bottom of the video said it plain. Like it needed saying out loud. She reached back once, grabbed his thigh, pulled him in deeper. I heard him grunt. She didn't say anything to me. Didn't look at me again after that. Just kept taking it while the phone kept rolling. The room smelled like them now. Sweat and whatever lotion she put on before we got there. My chair was starting to feel too small. He was going faster. Her shoulders rocked with it. The bed made this quiet creak every time he bottomed out. Her mouth moved like she was about to say something but nothing came out. Just breathing. Just that.