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He put his headphones on, took a deep breath and sat back. He stared at his phone. All he had to do was press play and she’d be in his head. He pulled up a picture of her and pressed play.
His cock stiffened as he heard her breathing. Short, sharp pants. He let his hand start to stroke. Then he heard her moan. Fuck. It was soft, but audible. He could hear the faint hum of her toy in the background and every now and then some shuffling… he presumed she was writhing… thrusting… squirming, as she pleasured herself.
He tightened his grip as her moans became more persistent, more desperate. Her voice was deep within his head. “Fuck…” she uttered. He echoed her, before spitting in his palm and continuing his rhythm. As her sounds became strained, his balls tightened. As her breathing became ragged, his cock started to leak. As she whimpered and moaned, his stroking increased.
He imagined her. Lying naked. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Toy in hand, frantically working her wet cunt. Fuck… he looked at her picture. Her eyes. The way her hair fell just so across her face. Her skin looked so soft and he longed to touch… her face… her neck… her breasts.
“I’m going to cum…” her words soft and strained in his head. Yes, he thought, cum for me… cum with me. Her strangled, stuttering moans told him of her climax and he swelled and came in hot spurts with her. His cum releasing in heavy white splashes, landing on his hand and his stomach as he thrust his hips.
“Fuck…” they said almost in unison. He listened to her panting as she came down from her high. His chest rose and fell quickly, mimicking her sounds. The hum of her toy stopped. She hummed in satisfaction in his ear. He smiled looking into her eyes on his phone, as the recording ended.
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