He stared at her wet pussy and imagined leaning down and flicking her clit with his tongue, her moans echoing over his head. He’d grab her hips and keep her still as he tongue-fucked her. His cock was so hard it hurt and yet he hadn’t touched himself yet. He wanted to take this slow. They’d been getting off via webcam for more than a week now and each time he’d come way too fast. He wanted to prolong tonight’s pleasure, especially knowing what she had planned. She was so fucking amazing, he thought as he watched her hand slide down her ass, one finger stopping on her rose. She painted it wet with lube, the sight holding him spellbound. She didn’t even particularly like anal, not like he did, but she’d bought herself a plug just so she could play with it. For him. In front of him. “That’s it, baby. Try to slide your finger in now.” He heard her mumbled assent and even if he couldn’t see her face he knew she’d be frowning in concentration now. He was beginning to know her well.
