FuckMePlease:The only way you’d look hotter is covered in my cum.
MistressE:Oh, darling, you’re perfect. Twirl for us, show us your ass again.
FuckMePlease:God yes, listen to Mistress. Bend over, baby.
Each message feeds her, making her smirk deepen, tongue flashing as she wets her lips—a cruel reminder of what that mouth feels like wrapped around me.
“Stop, you’re making me blush,” she teases, sinking onto her bed. The sheets match her outfit, no doubt on purpose. She eases her knees apart just enough to promise more, rocking her hips slightly, as though trying to hide how turned on she really is. But I see it—the quickening of her breath, the faint pink flush rising on her throat.
The chat goes wild, and demands grow dirtier by the second. Part of me wants to smash the screen and tell the impatient fucks to count themselves lucky she shares this with them. Another part of me wants to climb through it and drag her back where she belongs—under me, panting my name, showing them who owns her.
“Hmm… I don’t know,” she says, pouting. “You’ve all been naughty tonight. Maybe I should just… turn the camera off.” She reaches for the camera, and the entire chat erupts in frantic begging.
Cocksnack:NOOOOOOOOO
MistressE:Don’t you dare, baby girl. You belong to us tonight.
JimsCuntDestroyer:I’ll triple my tip if you stay.
FuckMePlease:I’ll marry you. I’m serious.
She giggles, voice syrup-sweet. “Hmm. Marry me? You’d last five minutes.” She drags a manicured finger down her cleavage, tracing the sheer lace over her nipples. Her voice drops lower, dark and teasing. “But I love how desperate you get. Makes me feel powerful.”
Then she shifts back, hooking her thumbs under the straps of the pink bodysuit. “What do you say? Should I take this off?”
I’m seconds away from coming just watching her talk. My entire body is strung tight, desire and rage twisting together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I sip my drink, lean back, and watch the show unfold.
The way she flashes her tits, tilts her head back as breathy moans escape her lips, how she exposes her throat as she dips her hand into her underwear, teasing herself as much as she’s teasing us. When she holds up her hand, wetness glistens on her fingertips, wiped away with that wicked tongue.
Then she bends over, spreading her ass cheeks to reveal an emerald-green butt plug.Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t hold back any longer.
BegForMe:Stop being a brat. Show us what we’ve paid for, like a good fuck toy.
Something dangerous sparkles in her eyes when she reads my message, and her lips curl into a wicked smile.
“Nice of you to finally join us,BegForMe. What took you so long?”
The tease shatters what little sanity I have left. She leans closer to the camera, lowering her voice like it’s just for me, like the rest of them don’t exist.
“Since you’re here,” she murmurs, “maybe I’ll give you a little… private show.” A pause and a smile I know too well.
“But only if you’re ready to pay.”
One hand on the keyboard, the other wrapped around my rock-hard dick, I fire back.
BegForMe:Brats take what they’re given, when they’re given it. You hadn’t earned my attention. Now you have, so show us those juicy tits or I’m taking my wallet elsewhere.
She laughs, a real laugh. One that shoots down my spine and makes my balls tighten.
“Oh, someone’s in a mood tonight,” she purrs, cupping her tits and squeezing until they almost spill through the sheer mesh of her top. “BegForMe wants a show, but what do you think? Should I give it to him?”
The comments explode, a blur of drooling usernames and pound signs, but I barely register them.
I don’t need to.
Because all I see is her.
Always her.
