Fuck, it’s better than any porn I’ve ever watched. Her perfect tits bounce with every movement, those pierced nipples I can’t stop thinking about hard and begging for attention. My thumb circles the head of my cock, spreading pre-cum.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be?” I squeeze the base. “Don’t stop on my account. In fact…” I pause, letting the anticipation build. “… move slower. I want to see every inch disappear.”
She whimpers but complies, lifting herself nearly off the dildo before sinking back down with excruciating slowness. The camera captures the way her body stretches to accommodate it, the glistening evidence of her arousal coating the silicone shaft.
“Like this?” she asks, her voice honeyed with false innocence.
“Exactly like that,” I growl, matching my strokes to her rhythm. “Now touch your breasts while you fuck yourself. I want to see you pull on those piercings.”
Her free hand moves to cup her breast, fingers finding the small metal bar through her nipple. When she tugs, her back arches beautifully, a gasp escaping her lips that shoots straight to my cock.
“Matteo,” she breathes, and hearing my name in that desperate tone nearly makes me come right there. “I want to see you too.”
I consider denying her, but the thought of her watching me stroke myself while she performs for me is too tempting to resist. I adjust my phone, angling it down so she can see my hand working my cock.
“There you go, Little Thief,” I groan.
She adjusts her phone, propping it up against something. “Fuck,” she hisses, her rhythm faltering for a moment. “That piercing is so hot. I can still feel it inside me from—”
“From when I was deep inside you and fucked you so hard you cried my name,” I finish for her, remembering that night vividly. “When you came so hard you nearly blacked out.”
She laughs, breathy and wild. “Don’t flatter yourself. But you’re not… completely wrong.”
I grin at her defiance. Even with a dildo buried inside her, she still fights me. It makes me want to break her and keep her whole at the same time.
“Grind down,” I instruct, watching her closely on the tablet. “Make tight circles with your hips. I know you’re close.”
She follows my command, her movements becoming more desperate as she chases her orgasm. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes open,” I snap. “I want you looking at my cock when you come.”
Her gaze snaps back to her phone for a second, but then she closes her eyes again. “Make me,” she taunts, even as her body betrays her, trembling on the edge of release.
I slow my strokes, voice dropping to a dangerous register. “If I were there, I’d have my hand around your throat, squeezing just tight enough to make your vision blur while you ride me. I’d feel every pulse of your cunt as you came, and then I’d flip you over and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
That does it. Her eyes widen, fixed on her phone, and I watch her shatter. Her mouth opens in a scream as her orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing around the silicone intrusion.
“Good girl,” I praise, my own pleasure building as I watch her come apart. “But we’re just getting started. Put your fingers on your clit. Make yourself come again.”
She whimpers, oversensitive but obedient, as her hand slides between her legs. Her fingers find her swollen clit, circling it with practiced skill as she continues to move on the dildo.
“Do you know what I want right now?” she asks, her voice a seductive purr that makes my balls tighten. “What I’m fantasizing about?”
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I want you to come all over me,” she confesses, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I want to feel it hot on my skin, taste it, rub it in like lotion.”
“Fuck,” I groan, fisting my cock harder.
She moans, her pace increasing. “I want to feel it dripping out of my pussy after you’ve fucked me stupid.”
The image she paints nearly sends me over the edge right there. I grip the base of my cock hard, forcing back the orgasm that threatens to explode. “Keep talking like that,” I warn, “and I’ll come before you get to your second orgasm.”
She laughs, the sound dissolving into a moan as her fingers work faster. “Maybe that’s my plan. To make you lose control.”
“Not happening, Little Thief,” I bite out, regaining my composure with effort. “Now fuck that toy harder. I want to see those gorgeous breasts bounce.” She complies, lifting and dropping herself with renewed vigor.
The wet sounds of her arousal carry through the phone, mixing with her increasingly desperate moans. Her fingers never stop their relentless circles on her clit, and I can tell she’s close again by the way her thighs begin to shake.
