“What kind of pictures?” I ask. “I guess you could send me pictures of my mom’s gnome collection. Or how about Mrs. Wilson’s cat?” I tease.
“Maybe,” she says, tapping her finger on her chin. “No, I was thinking something a little more personal.”
“More personal? Tell me more.” She has my full attention.
“I was thinking you could send me some pictures of this,” she touches the side of my face.
“And this,” she says, placing her hand on my corded forearm and running down to the tips of my fingers.
“And this.” She slides her hand to the waistband of my sweats, looking back up and meeting my eyes.
I nod for her to keep going. I’m so hard you can see my dick print through my pants. She slides her hand over and holds it. I place my hand over hers and squeeze tighter.
“You want me to send you pictures of my cock baby?” I ask, adjusting my hips and pulling my pants down under my ass.
My heavy shaft springs free, landing on my stomach. I hum as her soft hand circles around me at the base and she slowly glides it up with just the right amount of pressure. Her bright eyes are full of lust and need.
“Yeah, I would really like that. Should I send you pictures back?” she asks seductively as her soft hand twists on the down stroke.
I suppress a groan and begin to remove her long sleeve shirt. She lets go of me only long enough for me to pull it and her black lacy bra free. My hand drifts from her waist to the side of her breast. Continuing upwards, I cup the back of her neck and brush my thumb gently across her lips, then her jaw. She leans her head towards my hand and on the third pass she sticks out the tip of her tongue and smiles up at me. All the while she continues to stroke me, root to tip. Catching precum with her thumb, she swirls it around the head. Fuck me, that feels amazing.
“I want all the pictures, baby. Of this beautiful face.” I slide my hand down caress her full breast and tight rosy nipple.
“Of your perfect tits.” My hand travels lower and into the front of her pants cupping her.
“And definitely of this soaking wet pussy.” I groan as she tightens her grip around my hard cock.
“But you know what would be even better? We could FaceTime and play together.”
“Mmmmm, I like games,” she moans.
She releases me. My hand slips free as she turns, rising to her knees and shimmies out of her leggings and thong. I take a moment to free myself from my sweats and boxer briefs. Reaching behind my head, I pull my T-shirt over and off, flinging it across the room.
Still sitting on the blankets with my back against the couch, I watch her crawl closer completely bare. I can’t say this is the first time we have fucked in this house, but I am grateful that there is zero chance of anyone walking in and interrupting us right now.
“I need you so bad, Logan.”
“What do you need, baby? Use your words so I can make you feel good.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Where do you need my touch? Show me.”
She sits back on her heels, with her knees spread, and runs her hand down her soft stomach towards her pussy.
I groan as I watch her spread her lips and rub her fingertips over her clit. My eyes greedily take in the view before me.
“I can do that.”
“I have no doubt in my mind.” She laughs.
“Lie down for me.” I guide her down onto her back and lean over to kiss her. Fuck, she is so sweet.
I brush my lips over hers and gently nip her bottom lip. She opens and deepens the kiss, her hands sinking into my hair. My fingers explore the swell of her breast to her tight nipple. Releasing her lips, I pepper kisses along the column of her neck to her chest. She arches her back as I reach her rosy peaks. I take one in my mouth and suck. She whimpers as I switch to the other side and back again. I take my time as I trail kisses further downher body. My hand skims down her side, over her waist to her hip. My fingers tighten their grip.
“Hurry, I need you,” she groans. I continue my exploration to where I know she wants me.
“Please Logan,” she begs.
