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“Just use your finger to move it around and choose what you’d like to watch,” she says, showing me what to do. I nod as I slump onto the couch. “Now, what did Mommy tell you to do?” She turns toward me, her hands on her hips.
“Jerk myself and pour my nectar into that jar.”
“Good boy.” She ruffles my hair, and I smile proudly up at her. “Fill that jar up.” Gathering her stuff, she hurries across the house. “I’ll be back soon.” She shoots me an air kiss before disappearing, and I turn my attention toward her laptop.
Hesitantly, I reach out and slide my finger over the smooth surface. My eyes widen as I scroll through the videos, stopping on one that has my heart shooting into my throat.
I glance at the door, suddenly worried about being caught, then back at the screen of the witch-box. A group of men surround a kneeling woman, their hard pricks in her face as they stroke themselves. She smiles up at them, licking and kissing their tips, coaxing them to give her their sweet cream.
I click on the video, and her soft sounds immediately fill the room. My cock hardens further, almost painfully, and I reach down, dragging my pants down enough to let it free.
Grabbing the faux honeypot and lube, I pour some of the slimy liquid over my prick. There’s a beat of hesitation before I press it against my tip. The feeling is odd—the mix of the cool, slimy liquid encasing my warm flesh as the slit parts and stretches around my thick cock.
Slowly, I begin stroking myself, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. The ridges and flexible yet firm texture inside the contraption are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever dreamed of.
As I watch the unfathomable display before me, a mix of fascination and arousal fills me. The woman moans and arches her back, smiling up at the men stroking themselves just inches from her face. Her mouth opens, and she engulfs one of their red rockets. My hand moves faster, matching her rhythm as she eagerly bobs and slobbers all over them.
A tingling builds low in my dangly bits as the fake mimsy glides over my hard length. I need both hands to move it at the speed I need, and my thighs begin trembling. The video seems to go on forever, and my heart begins racing as I try to keep up with the desperate need my body has to empty my seed into this pocket, and the want to watch this video forever.
Suddenly, a hot gush of fluid fills the sculpted channel, and a loud cry erupts from my throat. My fingers squeeze the unforgiving object until my spawn stops spurting. I stare down at the thing, feeling the warm wetness wrap around my cock.
When I catch my breath, I turn back to the witch-box, the video still playing. My tally-whacker begins hardening again, but I have to empty the nectar out for Lyric, as instructed. With shaking hands, I pull it slowly off and watch as it dribbles from the opening. My prick is raging hard again, so I get as much as I can out before I put it back on, find another video, and get back to work.
