I smile, propping up my phone on the vanity, my body coming into full view for her.
“What are you doing, Luca?” comes from between her pouty lips.
Dropping my towel, showing her exactly what I’m doing, “Take your shirt off.”
I watch her eyes become heavy when she looks at my dick, which only makes it harder.
In seconds, her shirt is off and her titties are on display.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Rub them.”
She moves around on the bed until she can position the phone where she doesn’t need to hold it, her whole body now coming onto my screen as she rubs her tits, palming them and squeezing. I’m mesmerized watching her as her nipples harden with her rough touch.
“Pinch them.”
Rowan smiles at me; I know she likes me telling her what to do. She pinches both of her nipples, twisting them, hissing as shepulls the sensitive skin, letting them go, and going back to do it again.
I rub my dick, “Harder.” Her mouth parts, her back arches off the headboard, as she pinches even harder.
Licking my lips, I put more pressure on my cock. Not stroking for fear I’ll come just by watching her.
“Lose your night shorts and panties, Rowan.”
Instantly, she’s standing up and back on the bed, completely naked.
Propping herself as she was, she opens her legs, letting them fall open, her pussy shining in the dim light, reflecting it, showing me she’s wet, all by my words and instructions.
“God, baby, you’re beautiful. And all mine,” I praise her.
“All yours.” She says as she rubs up and down her stomach, her index finger lightly glides over her exposed clit, swollen with need. The whisper of a touch has her moaning my name.
“Tell me what to do, Luca,” she trills.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. As I look at the vanity, I spot it. A smile claims my face as I lick my lips. “Go grab your brush.”
One eyebrow raises at me, confusion on her face, but she doesn’t question it.
The phone jiggles with her leaving the bed, but in a moment she’s back, legs spread even wider this time, her tits bouncing with her shuffling, a smile on her face, because she knows what I’m fixing to tell her as she bites her lip, her face turning red from blushing.
“Suck the brush handle, baby.”
Her eyes widened. “Suck it?” she questions.
“Yes, like it is my dick.” My hand squeezes hard around my shaft.
Tentatively, I watch as her pink tongue pokes out from between those pouty lips, licking the brush handle all the way down until she gets to the top of the handle.
“Get it soaking wet. Take it all in your mouth,” I say while starting to stroke my cock.
I watch as she enters the handle into her open mouth, lips closing around it, sucking it. Imagining it were me.
“God, yes. Deep throat it.”
She gags but keeps going. I bite my lip, my other hand playing with my balls. Using my precum to help my palm glide over my dick.
The words escape before I can even swallow them down. “I want you to fuck yourself with it. Fuck yourself like you would want me to fuck you if I were there.” My voice is heavy with arousal, with the need to watch her fuck herself.
Rowan’s stomach rises fast with her breathing. Her eyes glued to the phone's camera, sliding the wet handle down her chest, over her stomach and to her clit, hissing when she rubs it in a circle.
