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I rose from the bath. “Can you pass me that towel?”
By this stage, his eyes were burning into me. I bent over in front of him. Showing him my naked pussy. I could feel the air thicken, even spark.
I then unzipped his pants. I had him. No protest. That big dick poked out of his briefs, beading with precum.
I licked the salty head, and he groaned, opened his legs a little to let me in, and that was that. To hell with being professional.
With that dirty, sweet reminiscence making me throb, I sent Carson an image that I’d taken in Paris in lacy blue crotchless lingerie. I’d already paraded myself before him while we were there, and with no further comment about being my bodyguard, he sat me on his lap and lowered me onto his hard dick. The intense stretch nearly made me draw blood from my lip.
Setting up the tripod, I created an image of me with my legs slightly apart. I made myself come first.
My phone pinged straight away.
“Nice.” He wrote.
I laughed. A man of few words. “Is that all?” I returned.
The balls bounced then stopped and then started again. This went on for a while. “I’m working, Savanah.”
“Is your dick hard?” I asked, giggling to myself.
No waiting this time. He responded within a breath. “Yes.”
“What’s making you hard?” I had to coax smut out of him.
Again the balls bounced about. “Your juicy little cunt. What else?”
My face heated, and I ached for him. “My eyes?”
I had to touch myself. It was hotter than I expected. I imagined that strong, muscle-bound body. Carson licking his sexy lips and holding his heavy dick in his hand, about to stretch me to the limit. His unblinking stare impaling me too.
“You’re beautiful, Savanah. Especially your eyes. But your pretty little juicy pussy is staring at me, and I’m finding it hard to concentrate.”
“I’m touching myself right now. Do you want to see?” I clicked on his number, and he picked up.
“Savanah.” His voice sounded hoarse from lust like he was touching himself.
I positioned my phone and then rubbed my clit. “Can you see that?”
I heard a heavy breath. “Yes.”
“Are you touching your dick?”
“Yes.”
“Can you show me?” I asked.
“Why don’t I just come over? In, say, one hour.”
“I have to go to London, like now. I’m already late. But I wanted to seduce you first.”
He sniffed. “You’re doing that, all right.”
“Do you like it when I touch myself?”
“Very much. Too much.”
“Too much?”
