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I hover over the keys before I type my response. I can’t tell if I’m being forward or if this is inappropriate to ask. But something about typing over text makes it easier to discuss.

Is that how you like it?

While the bubbles bounce on the screen, indicating that she’s typing, I shift in my seat. My dick is growing thick in my pants just thinking about it. Today was clearly tense and I’m feeling very high-strung at the moment. A cool breeze on my shaft might be enough to send me over the edge.

Then her response nearly knocks me out of my seat.

Well, considering I’ve watched it twice now with my vibrator handy, I think the answer is yes.

My mouth is hanging open as I stare at the screen. What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

I don’t respond because what the fuck would I even say?

Well, actually…that’s not true. I know the old Adam wouldn’t know what to say, but this new Adam, the one who made his sex tape debut today, knows exactly what to say.

With a devilish grin, I type out my response.

Tell me you recorded that.

Sorry, that was a private showing.

If you had just stuck around for a few more minutes.

I know she doesn’t mean that. That would be breaking the rules. But still…it’s fun to flirt with the idea.

You really are a horny slut, aren’t you?

So you haven’t rubbed one out yet?

Nope.

You’re lying.

No one is that good.

I am.

No, you’re not.

Not really.

You’ve just been pretending for a very long time.

The texts stay quiet for a moment. Biting my bottom lip, I grow restless in my seat.

So I pull up the video again.

My thumb brushes over the curve of her breast on the screen, and when that little yelping cry she made hits my ears for the hundredth time today, I let myself replay the whole thing in my mind. My cock twitches in my pants, reminding me that it’s been neglected since I put it through so much this afternoon. I’m not embarrassed by how hard I was as she was bouncing on my lap. I mean, any man would have popped a hard-on in that situation.

Clearly, she was feeling it too. Her nipples were hard as fuck, and it wasnotcold in her apartment.

For a moment, I consider opening a porn site on my phone to get off to, but I can’t stop watching this clip. Hell, watching myself choking her is clearly getting the job done because my dick is aching already.

Reaching into my sweats, I wrap my hand around my hard length, eliciting a deep moan from my throat. Even dry, this feels good as fuck.

Rolling down the top of my pants, I ease my cock out. Then, I pause the video as I start to stroke. Letting my head hang back on the sofa, I let my imagination paint a picture some porn site never could.

I picture that today wasn’t fake, and I let myself remember what it felt like to sink my cock into Sage’s warm cunt. To feel her riding me like she was today, fucking her so deep, she cries out with every thrust, torn between pleasure and pain.

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