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“R-right. Okay.”

“Good boy.” She practically purrs the words, stoking my arousal back to life after it’d flickered from worry that I’d upset her.

I groan softly, and she grins. “You like it when I call you that?”

“Yeah,” I croak.

Tiffany’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she toys with the waistband of her panties again. “You’ve been so sweet and considerate, Ren. Always so kind in my streams, making sure I feel appreciated. Listening when I ask you to do something. Good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“I…” There’s not enough blood left in my brain to formulate a reply.

“Mmm, I think so,” she murmurs, sliding the panties down her thick thighs, bending over to tug them the rest of the way off before sitting back up and spreading her legs so I can see her glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” I grunt, taking in the sight of her gorgeous pussy. I’ve seen it before, but it’s different now, knowing she’s showing it off just for me. Knowing she’s going to stretch herself open and show me how much she can take.

“Do you see how wet I am?” Tiffany dips her fingers between her spread thighs, and they come away coated in her arousal, which she shows to the camera.

“I want to taste you,” I groan, rubbing my cock over my pants. I’m so close already.

Fuck it.

I wriggle my pants and underwear down over my hips to free my dick, and it slaps against my stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum across my shirt. I’m going to come with a measly couple of pumps of my fist, but Idon’t want to spend my whole time with Tiffany fighting against the need to come.

I want to savor every moment. Drink in every inch of her exquisite form, as it’s revealed to me. Hear every soft sigh and gasp of pleasure when she touches herself. And I can’t exactly do that if I’m about to nut.

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell you what I taste like?” Tiffany asks, her voice huskier now.

“Gods, please. Taste it,” I groan, wrapping my palm around my cock and squeezing.

She brings her fingers to her lips and smears some of her wetness across them, smudging her perfectly painted red lips, then darts her tongue out to lick it off. Her eyelashes flutter like the taste is incredible, which, of course it is. I’d happily slake my thirst at the divine well of her cunt.

“Tastes good,” she murmurs, giving me a dirty smile. “Tangy and slightly sweet.”

One pump of my fist up and down my length and my balls draw up. Words stream from my mouth, unbidden. “I’d get addicted to the taste of you. Lick your sweet pussy any time you wanted.”

“Anytime I wanted?” Her eyes flare with interest. “I’m a very needy girl, Ren. I don’t know if you could handle how much I’d want your mouth on me.”

Fuck.I give my cock another stroke and pleasure tingles at the base of my spine. “I could handle it. Beg you to let me.”

“You’re such a good boy. I bet you’d make me come over and over,” Tiffany purrs, her skin growing more flushed. She slips her fingers inside her mouth andsucks, drawing them out slowly and circling her tongue around the tips.

I come like a geyser, clapping my free hand over my mouth just in time to muffle my cry of pleasure. Cum splatters across my stomach, soaking into my shirt, and a few drops hit my chin and spray out onto my desk and keyboard.

Ugh, gross.I should’ve used something to catch it, but I was too far gone to think straight. My eyes dart around to look for something nearby to clean things up with, but my box of tissues is over on the other side of the room, and for once, I remembered to bring my towel back to the bathroom instead of leaving it on the hook on the back of my bedroom door.

It’ll have to be a problem for future me, because Tiffany is sliding her hand down to circle her slick fingers around her nipple, tracing it over the semi-transparent lace of her bra. It stiffens at her touch and she bites her lower lip as she moves over to her other nipple.

“Will you…” I trail off, feeling shy even though I literally came seconds ago.

“Will I what, baby?” Tiffany asks, continuing to tease her nipples.

I don’t know if she’s realized it, but that’s the secondtime she’s called me baby. I’ve never heard her use that kind of endearment during her streams, so maybe it’s reserved for privates. It calls to the needy, lonely part of me that craves that kind of affection, especially now that I’ve sated some of the lust that had taken over my thoughts.

This is dangerous. I already had a crush on Tiffany, and now my heart can’t tell the difference between reality and playacting, no matter how much I try to be logical. I should end the session. Thank her for her time and tell her I have to go. Then block the SpiceCam site on my browser so I won’t immediately come back and beg her for more.

My stomach clenches unpleasantly at the prospect. I don’t want to let myself fall for a woman I know nothing about and who will never want to be with me, but the alternative, the thought of never seeing her again and ghosting her streams without any explanation makes me sick.

What if I’m wrong? What if she’s enjoying herself and is genuine about enjoying having me around? It would be such a dick move to leave now. Especially since I came. It’d be like I got what I wanted, so I wasn’t interested in her anymore. That I only valued her for how she makes my dick hard.