“Are we… Doing that again?” And there’s anticipation in her tone.
“We can do that as many times as you like.” I feel pre-come beading at my tip.
“But with chocolate?”
“That too.”
She glances away from the screen and a second later, has a severed finger chocolate between her fingertips. She examines it, then slants her gaze at me, and whatever she sees makes her burst into laughter.
“It’s afinger! I can’t!”
“Try. For me.” They do look remarkably similar to my own digits.
“I’m going to close my eyes,” she says, half a question.
I nod my permission.
Her lashes shadow her cheeks. She lifts the chocolate and touches it to her plush, pink lower lip. Her tongue slides out to taste.
“It’s sweet,” she murmurs.
I’m watching obsessively.
This is sick, of course it is. She’s far younger than me. Our age gap is filthy. She’s innocent, and funny, and the most perfect person I’ve ever known. Whereas I am older, grumpy, and morally grey at best.
The thing is, I want her.
She pushes the chocolate into her slightly open mouth, and licks at it, and ohhhh fuuuucccck, but she’s so sexy.
“Mmm!” A smile plays around her lips as she nibbles.
Off camera, I release my cock, and I guess this says nothing good about my fucked-up psyche, but watching my bunny suck that chocolate makes my real fingers tingle. Maybe next time I should get her a replica of my cock.
I skim my clasped hand lightly up and down my length, deliberately rationing out the best part as the “o” of my fingers goes over the swollen head.
My imagination is everywhere, linking reality and dreams. Looking at her face, thinking of my cock in her mouth, watching the chocolate slide in and out from her lips, gazing at her tongue and almost feeling it on my own finger.
Her eyes pop open and she tells me earnestly, “That’s actually pretty good!”
Then she notices my expression.
Her cheeks go pink.
“You like it?” I ask.
She hesitates.
“Do you like how filthy it is to lick a severed finger while I watch, Bunny?”
“Yes.” She flushes a darker shade of pink.
“You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
“No.” She’s still blushing as she bites into the chocolate finger and moans as she chews. “It feels soooo good.”
I’m leaking copious amounts of pre-come now, just from watching her mouth.
“Minx,” I say affectionately. “Lick your fingers.”
