I see red. Fuckers like that are only brave behind a screen and thrive in anonymity. Their tiny dicks could never win over a woman like CurvyBabe, so they throw their little tantrums online to feel superior. It’s truly pathetic, but their viewership and comments give her money, so they are just inadvertently helping her. Still, I report their comments in the hope it’s enough to get them banned.
Reporting the comments distract me so much that I almost miss the sultry moans coming from the video. My gaze snaps up in time to see CurvyBabe fondle herself. She squeezes her large breast between her hands, letting her head fall back. More moans escape her lips, and they can only be compared to the sound of a siren. My cock hardens painfully in my pants, restricted by the tight fabric.
I undo the top of my pants to ease the pressure. But it’s not enough, and I don’t stand a chance.
I pull on the zipper, nearly hissing as my cock springs free from its confines. Half hard already, I wrap my hand around my shaft, pumping it up and down with a groan. My eyelids threaten to close, but I can’t miss a second of the show. Ofher.
One manicured hand—red nails that match her lingerie perfectly—sneaks down between her legs. I hadn’t noticed before, but it’s evident now. An open slit stretches across her crotch, allowing her fingers to dip in easily. The moment her finger finds her clit, she gasps, and I imagine every viewer moaning alongside her.
Her pussy is still mostly covered, but we get enough of a tease to hang on to her every action. I don’t miss the way her lips part in a silent gasp as she presses a finger inside herself, moving it in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.
I follow her pace, stroking my cock painfully slowly. It’s sweet torture. I both hate and love it, needing more, but not wanting this to end too quickly.
CurvyBabe commands the camera, having every bastard salivating at their screen. She sits back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. The fabric of her lingerie pulls taut over her center, the slit opening to expose the pretty pink of her pussy. And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen. An involuntary groan leaves my lips as I squeeze my cock, pretending my hand is her pussy.
I really need to get fucking laid.
She adds a second finger into her needy cunt, and her sultry moans grow louder. This is her favorite way to get started, slowly fucking herself with her fingers and coming all over them. She moves to toys next. I’ve watched far too many of her videos not to know her pattern, and even though it’s predictable, I still come hard every time. This goddess of a woman has an effect over me like no other, and she doesn’t even know who I am. Hell, I don’t even know who she is. Not really.
When her fingers move faster, I match her pace with my hand. Soon my moans mix with hers as I picture myself sheathing my cock inside her cunt and fucking her within an inch of her life. Because I’m a damn gentleman, I’d make sure she came first, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until she begged for me to stop. And even then, I would coax another one out of her before spilling my cum so deep inside of her that I’ll forever be etched on her body.
Pressure builds in my lower abdomen, growing more intense with each stroke of my hand. Precum gathers at my tip, as if in preparation to explode for her at any minute. The pressure moves from my abdomen down, locking my body up. It won’t be long now; this woman can unwind me without even touching me.
“Fuck,” she moans into the camera, cheeks flushed and her fingers moving at a punishing pace. Wetness pools between her thighs, making her fingers slide in easily. I imagine myself pumping in and out of her, hard and fast. The moans she would make for me, how her body would wither under mine, and how we would come undone together.
The last thought pushes me over the edge. I groan, squeezing my cock as ropes of cum spurts on my stomach. CurvyBabe screams out, finding her own orgasm, and my spent cock twitches upon seeing her finish.
At the end, I’m left satisfied, with mild disappointment tainting my post orgasm bliss. Reality settles in, and I remember I’m alone. Alone on Valentine’s Day and alone in life while those around me have been married and settled for some time.
I don’t know if that’s the life I want, but I wantsomething.Or maybe that’s just my horniness talking, and I’ll get out of this funk after I’m buried to the hilt in someone’s pussy.
“I think it’s time to change positions,” CurvyBabe purrs, drawing my attention back to the screen.
My social life problems can wait. For now, I’ll live in this bubble of pleasure.
CurvyBabe moves to her hands and knees, arching her back just enough to tilt her hips up, positioning herself perfectly within the camera frame. That ass—thatfucking ass—has been the downfall of my bank account. Round, soft, and sinful, it bounces slightly with every small shift she makes. She moves like she knows exactly what it does to me. I’ve droppedsomuch money just to see it again and again, to have her turn and show it off like it’s a damn masterpiece, because itis. That ass has haunted my dreams, wrecked my focus at work, and still, it’s never enough. I’d pay a thousand times over just to watch it move for me.
CurvyBabe starts talking, but her words are lost to me. I have a one-track mind with her ass on the screen, admiring every inch. And then I zero in on the tattoo on her lower back, just above her ass. It’s a small, delicate piece. A butterfly with pink wings. I’ve seen it a hundred times before, but this time, it stirs up a memory. Foggy at first, like it’s unsure if it wants to take form.
And then I remember.
My body freezes, locking up, and I’m certain the color drains from my face as if I’ve just seen a ghost.
But this is so much worse than a ghost.
So much fucking worse.
Because I’ve seen that tattoo before. Not just through a screen—but in my office. Just a few hours ago. She dropped some papers. Bent over to grab them. That slutty little skirt rode up her thighs, giving me a view I shouldn’t have taken—but did, anyway. Her shirt shifted just enough to expose her lower back.
That’s when I saw it.
A butterfly. Inked in delicate lines. Pink wings.
The same fucking tattoo.
Lety Zavala is CurvyBabe.
How the fuck am I supposed to face my secretary now?
