I’ve read your bio. Tell me a story, please.
She had already been teasing herself for a while before she started recording for him. She lay back, her toy humming against her clit and pressed record.
The thought of him listening made her breathing catch and become short, sharp pants. Her free hand strayed to her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. The mingling of pleasure and pain made her moan softly.
She thrust her hips, imagining it was his fingers; his hand rubbing her wet centre, stimulating her hard nub, making her writhe. The thought of him touching himself as he listened made her moan again. She didn’t hold back. She wanted him to hear her pleasure.
“Fuck…” she uttered as images of him stroking himself filled her mind. She let her pleasure roll off her tongue in the form of moans and whimpers. She could feel the sweet pressure building, and her sounds started to strangulate as her breathing became ragged and hard to control. Whimpers fell from her open mouth as she worked herself.
With her vibrator pressed hard against her arousal, she forced herself to withstand the sensations, even though it was becoming hard to bear. The sounds of her wetness… thoughts of him… she was so close.
“I’m going to cum…” she managed to utter, just before her cunt spasmed and clenched, wetness dripping as her orgasm spread from her centre through her body. Her legs stiffened and clamped together, but she held her vibrator firm, forcing out her climax to its end.
“Fuck…” she murmured as she shook, her cheeks flushed, as her high slowly abated. Still breathing hard, she looked at her phone, smiled and hummed to herself with satisfaction and the knowledge he would hear it too. She ended the recording.
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