You text me one morning with specific directions on what to wear: flowy skirt, no panties, tight top with no bra, and heels. I ask why and you tell me I’ll find out later. I send you a pic when I’m ready and you smile.
Good girl, you text me back. I go to work, hoping I don’t end up with a wet spot on my skirt by the end of the day. I figure you’ll tell me to touch myself during my break but you don’t text me at all. You text me when I get home and you tell me to send you a video of me touching my nipples through my shirt. I do, moaning.
You tell me to get on skype so we can play together. I grab my computer and sit on my couch, waiting for you. When you come up, you tell me to play with my breasts again. I do, enjoying you watching me.
Arch your back, you tell me and I comply. You watch me for another minute and ask me to take off my shirt. I laugh as I do, running my hands over my breasts, lightly flicking my nipples.
I tell you to take off your shirt and pants and touch yourself over your boxers. You groan as you strip for me. I squeeze my breasts, digging my nails in a little, moaning when I see your length in your boxers.
You tell me to pull up my skirt so you can see me touch myself. I do it slowly, watching you make a precum stain on your boxers. You can see the length of me the way I’m position on the couch. I arch my back as I slowly glide my fingers down my leg to my wetness.
Just as I’m about to touch my clit I tell you to take your boxers off. You do, groaning that I look so wet for you. You made me so wet already, I purr.
Touch your clit, you direct me. I tell you to lightly stroke your whole length. I moan as I do what you tell me, and you tell me to play with my nipples. I lick my lips, wishing they were on your throbbing cock.
I want you to think about cumming all over my tits, I tell you. You groan, hips thrusting. Just play with the head now, I moan. You tell me to circle my opening with just one finger, I do, my breathing accelerated. I’m barely touching, moaning.
You lock eyes with me and demand I slide a finger inside, I do, moaning at how wet I am. I wish you were here to lick up my precum, you tell me. I moan, thrusting my finger in and out slowly.
I tell you to stroke your dick to edge yourself. You groan as you watch my finger slide in and out wetly. Two fingers, you demand. I moan again, soaking my fingers. I slide my fingers up to play with my clit and then back inside. I watch you stroke faster, watching your body tighten as you get close.
Do you want me to edge too? I pant, my whole body warm. Yes, you groan. I flick my clit, my hips rising as I reach my limit. We both stop for a moment, trying to cool down a little. I want to cum for you, I moan as I start rubbing myself again.
Edge 10 times and I’ll let you cum, you demand stroking yourself. I can’t help watching as I edge myself, counting them out. My whole body is shaking as I wait for you to tell me to cum. You do, still stroking yourself.
I tell you to edge 15 times and then we can both cum. You groan, loving how wet I am for you. You draw out your edging making me groan. I beg for you to finish edging so we can cum. Edge one last time with me and then you can cum, you tell me. We’re both so close that it takes almost no effort to edge.
Do it, you demand. I flick my clit, hips thrusting and my back arched as I push myself over the edge. My whole body vibrating as I keep touching myself to prolong it. My body finally stops and I melt. You’re gently stroking yourself, loving my reaction.
I lock eyes with you and tell you to cum as I suck my fingers and moan at my taste. You groan and stroke yourself quickly. I wish you were cumming inside me, I moan. That pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard. You make a mess of yourself and I wish I was there to clean you up. I kinda want to go again, I groan, touching myself again.
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