[she supposes she could invest in some, possibly use them in her very shallow sex life. She's just never really needed them before and she doesn't need them now. instead, she's thinking again about a video and what she'd do with toys if she had them. what she'd show him. how she'd bring him into the conversation even further if she had something that even slightly resembled his fingers or his cock.
but he's right about one thing - she is truly one-hundred percent into him and reading his texts is bad enough.]
Do you want to hear me moan for you? Whimper your name as I beg to come? I do, just so you know. Can you picture that? [she can't resist telling him everything.] When you're inside me and we're on the edge and you tell me to come for you, I know just how to sigh your name so you come with me.
[she remembers all of it and while she's this close to that orgasm, she wants to deny herself as long as she can. the need to come out on top of whatever sexual game of chicken they're playing is strong; she wants him to know she's heard him and felt him in that moment. she knows how he sounds, too, and she bites her lip before deciding the hell with it and doing the unthinkable.
filming herself through her orgasm from the waist down, moaning his name as she comes, breathlessly telling him to come with her, she waits. contemplating the repercussions, she hits send and the video arrives two minutes after her last text, probably about the time he's composing his next one.
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[she supposes she could invest in some, possibly use them in her very shallow sex life. She's just never really needed them before and she doesn't need them now. instead, she's thinking again about a video and what she'd do with toys if she had them. what she'd show him. how she'd bring him into the conversation even further if she had something that even slightly resembled his fingers or his cock.
but he's right about one thing - she is truly one-hundred percent into him and reading his texts is bad enough.]
Do you want to hear me moan for you? Whimper your name as I beg to come? I do, just so you know. Can you picture that? [she can't resist telling him everything.] When you're inside me and we're on the edge and you tell me to come for you, I know just how to sigh your name so you come with me.
[she remembers all of it and while she's this close to that orgasm, she wants to deny herself as long as she can. the need to come out on top of whatever sexual game of chicken they're playing is strong; she wants him to know she's heard him and felt him in that moment. she knows how he sounds, too, and she bites her lip before deciding the hell with it and doing the unthinkable.
filming herself through her orgasm from the waist down, moaning his name as she comes, breathlessly telling him to come with her, she waits. contemplating the repercussions, she hits send and the video arrives two minutes after her last text, probably about the time he's composing his next one.
she doesn't need toys.]