And the little minx, she does. But she also parts her lips, and slides her finger in. It’s so obviously sexual it would turn me off with any other woman. But this girl?
“Such an innocent expression as you do something so filthy. I bet you’d look just like that as I fucked your mouth.”
“Is this the size of your dick?” Picking up another chocolate finger, she widens her eyes with faux innocence at the mischievous question.
I laugh, even as my cock twitches. She’s amazing.
“You might wish it were when I split you open as I fuck you.”
Her expression changes, her eyes still wide, but now with a hint of concern rather than teasing. But she doesn’t stop. She laps at the chocolate hungrily.
Then, brave bunny, she brings her hand to her mouth. She parts her lips and slips the chocolate between, melting and smearing it.
I groan. Fuck, this girl is so sexy.
“Go on,” I rasp, and run my thumb over the head of my cock. “Suck it.”
And this time, her eyes are open, looking at me, as she deliberately pushes the chocolate finger—fuck I’m a degenerate—into her mouth and hollows her cheeks as she sucks.
“Uuuggh.” I don’t restrain a sound of pure pleasure as I watch her and stroke myself. She works the chocolate in and out, getting it all over her lips. I think this girl might be as fucked up as I am, in her own way.
“I bet your pretty cunt is all heated and juicy. Did you shut your eyes and imagine that it was my finger in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
I suck in a breath and have to release my grip, because I’m close to coming.
From nothing more than the sights and sounds of a girl eating chocolate and teasing me.
Continuing to suck, her gaze flits around the screen, as though she’s trying to see more.
“Are you touching yourself?” she asks eventually.
“You know I am.”
She lets out a little mewl.
“You’ve made me so fucking hard, Bunny. I’d love for you to feel exactly what you do to me. How impossibly fat you make my cock with your sweet face, pretty cunt, and smart mouth.”
Her smile is unmistakable.
“Be a good girl, and put your fingers into your knickers for me.”
“Which ones?” she quips.
“Chocolate in your mouth, camera on your face, fingers in your pussy,” I pronounce clearly. “This time, when you come and scream my name, I want to see you fall apart.”
“I’m not going to scream your name, Blake, my—” She stops herself, her gaze darts away, then back. “The person I live with might return home.”
“But until then, you’re just with me.” She doesn’t know that I’ve ensured her brother will be busy with admin for hours yet.
The sound of my voice draws her attention again. Her patterned green, gold, and brown eyes look right into the camera.
“Now stroke your clit for me and imagine it’s me touching you.”
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and shifts slightly, her arm showing a downward movement.
“Have you got your hand between your legs, Bunny?” I ask softly.
