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I shouldn’t.
But I’m going to.
It’s impossible not to, with the way Clara slowly peels off her panties and exposes her sweet ass to the camera. I can just make out the details of her pussy framed between her thighs and I wrap my fist around my cock at the sight. I’m practically salivating, needing to taste her again.
“Please,” she moans to no one in the room. “Dem… I want…”
Yes, baby. Tell me what you want.
In my mind’s eye, I’m there with her in the room, standing behind her and kissing her neck as if it’smyhands wandering over her body.Myhands cupping her breasts and rolling her plump nipples between my fingers.Myhands caressing her silky skin and sliding down to spread her legs so I can give her exactly what she wants. What sheneeds.
The fact that the only words she continues to moan and sigh are “please,” “yes,” and “sir” makes my dick throb and my handmove a bit faster. I want to take my time and draw this out, but then she bends over the edge of the bed and slides onto the mattress like she’s in fucking heat.
Never mind.Forget taking my time.
At this angle, I can see her fingers work in circles between her spread thighs. It’s a fucking crime that I’m not there, touching her right there, making her moan for me even more by replacing my fingers with the tip of my cock.
I’d rub her clit with the head until she begged me for more and then I’d keep teasing her until she was sobbing with desperation.
I wish so damn much I knew what was playing out in her mind right now. Where does she imagine us being? What does she envision me doing to her? What sort of things does she want me to tell her while she rolls her hips and fucks herself on my cock?
Whatever it is, it’s enough to make her blindly reach for the hairbrush lying next to her on the bed.
And just like the dozen other times when I’ve watched this footage, the sight of her pushing that handle deep inside her dripping pussy nearly makes me cum.
Goddamn.
Clara fucks herself with the handle and I fuck myself with my hand. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her quivering and undulating, working herself with an aggression I definitely did not expect the first time I saw this. I expected her to go easy, gentle, slow… you know, intimate girly shit.
What she does and what her moans beg me specifically for ishard. Deep. Fuckingintense.
Whatever she imagined me doing to her, I know for a fact I’d happily do it right here and now.
All she has to do is ask.
The laptop slides off my lap onto the bed and I don’t give a shit. My head leans back against the pillows as my fist works my aching cock harder, slick with the precum that keeps dripping from the tip with every moan and gasp and cry that woman utters. I can’t see the screen but I can hear her, and it’s almost better because now, I can play out my own fantasy.
Of going to her room and finding her like that on her bed—face down, ass up, legs spread and pussy swollen and dripping for me.
Of rubbing her hips and promising her I’ll make it all so much better.
Of grabbing those same hips and plunging my cock inside her, burying myself to the balls with one thrust. Just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp, groan, and sputter my name.
I’d fuck her so much better than that pathetic wooden hairbrush. I’d fill her better, stretch her better, and make her takemyrhythm. Sure, we could go slow and really massage the walls of her tight pussy, but I can tell she needs more this time.
She needs to befucked—and I’m the man to give it to her.
I have the presence of mind enough to turn the screen toward me again right when she starts coming on that stupid fucking hairbrush. In my mind, I’m holding her as she starts to buck and writhe and sob my name over and over. I’m shoving in as far as it will fucking go and holding her there, making her feel everysolid throbbing inch as her pussy ripples and spasms and milks me into her.
In my mind, I’m growling in her ear and sucking on that sweet curve of her neck until I grunt out her name, my own release pouring into her.
In reality, I’ve just covered my stomach with my cum and made a mess.
And she’s not here to lick it up.
That thought—thatimage,Clara on her hands and knees lapping my abs with her soft little tongue—makes my cock twitch again.
FUCK.
