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My husband is a letsplayer. I’ve never paid much mind to video games, but I enjoy watching him play. The way his hair sits below his headset, the way his hand rests on the keys, every little thing about him drives me insane. I love the way he talks to the audienceless camera, knowing I’ll get to watch him all over again when he edits it.
He has fun, but I can’t help but get lonely sometimes. I’ll occasionally curl up by his feet or under his desk just to capture his warmth, bask in his presence.
I moved myself from the bed and plopped down beside him, resting my head against his knee. The occasional hand coming down to ruffle my hair.
It’s been awhile since he’s said something, but you can still hear the clacking of keys and clicks of the mouse. A hand descends again, but reaches for your chin this time.
I perk up, wiggling my hips. “Me!!”
“yes you are! C’mere!” He taps on his chest, and I make my way into his lap.
“better?” he asked, adjusting the screen to better suit my view. I nodded, wiggling on his lap, feeling his hands wander up to my hips. I stop momentarily, only to feel him rock me in the other direction. Forcing my hips to grind into him.
His rights hand glides down between my thighs, gently spreading them apart. Hot breath hits my ear as a gentle kiss is planted.
“You’re doing so good baby.” he muttered, making me squirm beneath his fingers. He lifts my leg over the armrest, his breathing getting heavier, a hand snaking under my shirt, resting on my breasts, squeezing and massaging as his other hand drew circles over my panties.
I whimper and shake, a gasp escaping here and there until he finally pushes my panties to the side “gimme that cute puppy cunt, yeah?”
I jump, feeling warm fingers plunge inside of me. Moans slipping from my lips, slick sliding down his fingers.
“fuck… i can’t do this.” he mutters, reaching over for a pair or scissors, a swift cut next to both my thighs. He slides my underwear down, pushing his fingers in again, thumb circling my clit. His face buried in my neck, planting kisses, licks, bites, anything he can just to feel closer.
His hand switches from my breasts to the camera, adjusting it to capture the view.
a hand catches my throat. “Just sit there and be pretty for a bit.” he said, squeezing his grip.
His fingers slip out of me and into my throat.
“taste good? yeah? you like how your pussy tastes?” My eyes roll back and I nod my head, sucking harder on his fingers. They slide in and out, hitting the tip of my tongue and the back of my throat, picking at my teeth and massaging my lips.
“Smile honey.” words slip from his mouth as he tugs the corner of mine. I obey, curling my lips into a smile.
“Good girl.” he praises, lifting me up against his desk. Pressed against me, i feel his sweats drop to the floor, skin pressed against skin. He gripped my hips, grinding right against me before finally pressing all the way in.
A moan escapes me… and then another… and another. Before I could even think, the desk was shaking below me with every thrust.
“smile pretty girl.” he spoke with a glint in his eye, shoving the camera in my face.
“smile and tell me you like it.”
I stare into the lens, smiling and nodding. “i like it. i like it. i like it.” I whine mindlessly, my hair getting tugged behind me. “You ready?” I nod more, not a clue what’s in store for me. “you ready puppy? you sure?” I keep nodding, more incessantly than before.
His arms wrap around me, hitting as deep as possible. I squirm and writhe from the discomfort, until I feel a new sensation. Warmer and stickier.
He pulls out and I feel it run between my folds, he grabs the camera and rubs the leaking cum into my soft skin, finally shutting the camera off.