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“What do you want, Chris?” she whispers, that huge fucking dildo resting at the corner of her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to touch my cock. I want to come watching you fuck yourself with that dildo. I want to imagine it’s me.” I’m breathless. Her hand hasn’t stopped moving and I listen closely, hoping to hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out. I remember how my dick felt, deep inside her, how hot and tight she felt when I fucked her the other night.
She slides her panties to the side, and I see her pussy. There’s only a small lamp beside her bed, but it’s enough light to see that she’s pink and glistening. She’s using two fingers, and as she withdraws them, I see they’re shining, completely soaked.
“Touch. But just two fingers and your thumb,” she says, punctuated by a moan as her own thumb comes to rest on her clit and moves in a circle.
I reach down to my cock, and as soon as my fingers touch my skin, my entire body starts tingling. From the ends of my limbs through my torso, my body is humming. I take my fingers and rub the head again, then focus on the spot right under the ridge, making short strokes up. It’s hardly enough, barely any pressure, but instantly my cock is responding. My dickhead looks angry, enormous and deep red, and I gather the precum that’s oozing, allowing my fingers to glide easily up and down. My ears are filled with the sound of my blood rushing, and the need to stroke harder, faster, is urgent.
“Now stop,” she commands, and I steal a couple of extra strokes before I obey. My cock jumps in protest, and Weaver laughs.
“You felt so fucking good last night,” she says. She lifts her hips and slips off the purple panties. It reminds me that I still have her panties from the other night, and I reach off to the side of the bed and grab them from my coat pocket, tucking them under my thigh. She positions the dildo at her entrance, and I can see her pussy spread for it, gripping it, and my fingers twitch. “Do you remember what it felt like? When you were right…there?” She pulses the dildo inside her now, just the tip, and it’s wet and makes a suction sound when it pops out.
“I remember,” I say. “I couldn’t see straight when I slid inside of you. You were so fucking tight, and you felt like you were on fire.”
“You did that to me,” she says, her voice a series of pants. “Your hands, your mouth…fuck…you turned me on…made me so desperate for your cock…I let you fuck me right there, on the street.”
The dildo is disappearing inside her, quicker now, and now I’m the desperate one, desperate for her to be bouncing on me, gripping me, riding me until I explode inside her.
“Let me do this with you,” I beg. “If I can’t fuck you right now, I have to come with you.”
“Show me how you like it, Chris.” she says. “Show me everything I’ve been missing all these months.”
Fuck yes, finally. There’s a small bottle of lotion on the nightstand next to me, and I squeeze a bit in my palm. I grab the base of my cock with one hand and grip with the other, twisting up from the base to the tip, again and again, coating my cock and imagining it’s Weaver’s wet cunt instead. I’m on a runaway train and I can’t take this slow. I watch her, pumping the dildo inside her and playing with her clit, swollen and slippery under her fingers. She must be getting close, because her knees are now pressed flat against the bed and her pussy is gaping open in front of me, giving me a show like she’s never done before.
I move a hand down to my balls, tugging them away from my body, hard. They ache when I touch them, and I pull them harder, focusing on the discomfort to slow down my orgasm. I know this won’t last long, but I don’t want to come too quickly and cut this show short. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful pussy, so hungry for the dildo. I watch it thrust inside her, stretching her, and I want to reach through the screen and taste her, smell her.
I find the panties that I’d hidden underneath me and hold them to my face, continuing to stroke with one hand. They smell musky, and I groan as I remember dancing with her, touching her waist and causing her to soak them. I wrap them around my dick and the lace creates the most phenomenal friction against me, and I pump slower, feeling the fabric scrape the underside of my cock, tease the head. I see Weaver’s eyes are barely open, and her nipples are a deep pink, hard and swollen. Her hips are moving in rhythm with her hands now, meeting the dildo thrust for thrust. I hear her headboard creek from her back pressing against it, her feet planted firmly against the bed. My hand speeds up, swirling her panties around the head when I get to the top, shivering at the rough feeling on the sensitive head. The pressure in my balls is building, and I feel them tightening up in my hand as I grip them, hard.
