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Sure?
I open the app to her vibrator and quickly sync my phone to the device, taking control. A big empty square opens up and I swipe my thumb over it, eliciting a moan from her. Ahh, I get it, when I move my thumb up, the intensity increases. I draw a zigzag and just barely hear the vibrator pulse in the rhythm I’ve drawn. What a time to be alive.
Just go with it.
Her movement halts, and she holds up the toy from under the covers, scrutinizing it, almost like it was being controlled by none other than Casper, the friendly masturbation ghost.
Anna
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.
I draw another squiggle. She sits up in bed. I type out another message:
Go with whatever thoughts are in your head. Have them play out. Allow your mind to wander. Let your imagination run wild.
Anna
Okay.
She rolls her eyes at herself, then reclines again, her pink hair fanned out on the pillow. She wiggles, getting comfortable, but she must be getting too warm because she kicks off the comforter and I about lose it right there. I can’t see her pussy, it’s only a side profile, but it’s a phenomenal side profile and I get to watch her hand work the toy that I’m controlling.
Can you do that for me?
Anna
Yes.
Good. Keep doing that, and before you know it, you’ll be asleep.
She pants while sliding the pink silicone over her sex, and I switch back to the app for her toy. I draw up the strength and then drop it back down, making her back arch off the bed.
“Ugh, this vibrator sucks,” Anna grumbles. “Okay, just go with it,” she says aloud to herself.
Stroking my dick in one hand, I use my other to control her pleasure, forcing her to match the rhythm of my choice. Her chest heaves, and while she continues teasing the vibrator over her clit, I rub my thumb over the screen, disappointed we can’t just skip the middleman and I can do this in person. I want to look into her eyes as I gently stretch her with my fingers.
When she settles it inside her and surrenders to me, carnal sounds slip from her lips. I continue increasing the magnitude of the highs, each time raising the baseline of the lows as her ecstasy steadily climbs. When her thighs tense up I lift my thumb off the pad, slowing her down.
I skim over the column of bars on my cock and imagine what Anna’s response might be to my piercings. I want her to love them. Dripping pre-cum lubricates my palm as I stroke.
The combination of lust, voyeurism, and seeing Anna touch herself is a triple threat that creates a heady rush of adrenaline. This is a high I will never tire of. She groans in frustration at the erratic toy not allowing her to come. I realize I better give her a release before she throws it across the room and uses her hand instead. I want to be the one to finish her off.
I swirl circles on the screen, and when she settles into a rhythm her hips lift from the mattress as she chases her orgasm down. Anna’s cries of pleasure are desperate, and I maintain the pattern she’s getting off on. If it were up to me, I could push her much longer, but I’m feeling generous.
Her bent knees clap together when she comes, hips rolling with the corkscrews I’m drawing.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
It’s not until she turns off the toy and disconnects me from the device that I stop making circles. Now it’s my turn, stuffing my phone in my pocket, I bring myself to a finishing pace. My climax grows and I quickly realize this time is going to be even more powerful than the last. I fist my length, thumbing the barbells again until I’m teetering on the edge. The pleasure is so blinding that I accidentally drop the phone clutched in my left hand and release a grunt, spurting cum all over the back of her wall, like some undignified amateur.
Fuck.
As soon as the phone clatters to the floor, she climbs out of bed, cocking her head toward the wall.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I grab the board and press it over the hole in the wall, while holding my breath. It feels like forever passes before I hear the creak of her bed again.
