“Yes,” she admits.
“We can be lonely together, Bunny. Now tell me. Is this your first time?”
The camera shifts as she nods. “It’s not like I’ve never come. Although I have my—friend—next door and I don’t want them to hear. And I’ve tried toys. Not expensive ones like this. But…”
“It’s been solo.” My cock throbs at the idea.
“Yeah,” she says softly.
Excellent. I’m a selfish prick who’s savagely glad that I get to have her entirely for myself. “We’ll make it good for you, Bunny. You’ll like orgasms with me, I promise.”
“Or with your battery-powered friend?” She brushes the toy over the curve of her mons.
“Both.” I casually squeeze the head of my cock through my trousers and let out a hiss of pleasure.
“Does it feel nice when you do that?” she asks curiously. “You…”
“I what, Bunny?”
“It looks swollen, almost like it hurts. And you sounded…” she trails off awkwardly.
“It feels really good, Bunny. Do you enjoy seeing how I want you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. She’s rolling the toy back and forth over where she splits open.
“What do you want next? Tell me.”
“I…”
“Use your words,” I command her.
“Can I see you?” She runs her thumb over the bulbous head of the red silicone, and my cock throbs as though she’s caressing me.
“Of course,” I reassure her soothingly. “Tell me which parts.”
“Your…” She pauses.
I wait. Not hurrying her, just stroking one finger up and down the outline of my shaft. I know she’s going to ask, and I want to hear her say it.
“Your cock,” she breathes.
“Well done.” I reach for my belt. “My good girl who uses her words gets to see exactly how hard I am.”
She’s pressing the toy right to her core through her knickers, squirming as my cock strains against my trousers.
I smirk. “Such a bad girl, wanting to see my cock, hmm?”
The button pops open against my straining erection, and the sound of the zip is harsh and jagged as I drag it down. I palm myself hard through my boxers, then hook my thumb in the waistband and push until I’m bared to her.
“Ohhh.” My cock springs up. “That feels good.”
Her breathing is audible, and she’s squeezing her thighs together.
My cock head is swollen, and moisture beads at the tip.
“See?” I touch my thumb to the pre-come. “I’m desperate for you. I’ve been thinking of nothing but how you’d feel sheathing my cock, and how you’d sound as I fucked you.”
“Really?” she asks, unsure.
