Still waiting.
Please.
What are you gonna do?
Play with my tits and think about what it must feel like to be your hand right now.
I stroke myself again, harder this time, the drag of cotton fabric against my aching cock keeping me a little grounded. She pushes her hands under her shirt, pinching and rolling her nipples just out of view, her hips bucking against the bed. The panties are black but I swear I can almost see that they're soaked through.
We do that for a minute, silent. I’m deliberately going slow, taking my time, fucking up into my fist because I know she likes it and she’s dragging her shirt over her nipples, the round swell of her underboob peeking out. I told her, once, how fucking hot that was and she’s never forgotten.
I got a new toy
My hand stills immediately, because that’s one of my favorite sentences.
Show me
She leans slightly off-camera, tits jiggling, one hand still rubbing the strip of skin right next to her panties, like she’s desperate to touch herself there, can’t keep her hand away, but is still doing what I said.
She always does, even when she argues.
It’s blue with a white handle and more-or-less dick-shaped, except for the bumps along the front.
I got it yesterday. You like?
You’ve had it for twenty-four hours and haven’t shown me yet?
I had to test it.
And?
Her thumb flicks something on the base, and she slides it along her nipple, over her shirt.
And it’s my new favorite.
It vibrates?
God yes. I came so fucking hard, Max.
Max is the name I told her to call me, since we’re not doing real names. Yeah, it’s kinda dumb, but what the fuck is Lola?
I tighten my fist around my cock and groan.
Office aerie ever
That good, huh?
Fucking voice-to-text.
Take off your panties and get on your knees. Ride it for me.
I thought I couldn’t touch myself.
If you thought that what the fuck are you doing right now?
Just your clit. Everything else is fair game.
You just like torturing me.
