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“No, I’ve never done this,” I admit.
“Done what, hmm? What are we doing?”
I push my chair back, grab my shirt, and tear it over my head. “We’re doing this.”
She stares at me with that starry-eyed expression that triggers a fresh wave of obsession. “Is it my turn now?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
My manhood stiffens as she pulls her T-shirt over her head. When I finally catch a glimpse of her breasts, I go momentarily insane, reaching for the computer screen like I’m going to penetrate the screen and touch her.
“I’m so hard for you,” I groan.
She arches her back, emphasizing her large, perfect tits. “What do you want me to do?” she whispers.
“That’s funny… I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“I want to please you,” she says. “I want to…”
“Say it, Sparkplug,” I snarl.
“Drive you wild.”
“You’re already doing that. But if you’re truly curious…”
She nods, moaning, her tits swaying for me. She smooths her hand over one of her breasts, squeezing gently. Nothing could make me look away.
“Stand up and show me that sexy ass of yours… I had a dream about your plump, juicy ass last night. I miss caressing it so damn badly. I fucking love squeezing your thickness Sparkplug.”
“You like the plus-size thing, huh?” she says with an air of confidence that causes hot precome to leak from my throbbing dick.
“I likeyou,” I snarl. “Just you. I’ll show you how badly I need you.”
I stand up and tear down my pants. She leans forward, gasping, her breasts shaking hypnotically again. My dick springs up, the tip glistening with precome. As she stares, I stroke, caught up in the moment, beyond absorbed at this point.
“Oh my God,” she moans. She positions her laptop where I can see her completely. When I register, she’s only wearing her underwear, my dick pulses with the need to explode.
“Bend over. Show me that ass. Reach between your legs and rub your perfect, wet pussy,” I demand. “Do what your book master commands. Now.”
She grins and moans. “Book master?” Wriggling out of her underwear, she turns her around and, like our first time together, I almost blow my load right there. “I freaking love that.”
“Good, because that’s what I am. A man straight out of one of your books. My sole purpose in life is to take pleasure from you – and give it in return. Now, rub your pussy. Pay special attention to your clit. I know how needy you get. I remember tasting the need not that long ago.”
She reaches between her legs, looking at me over her shoulder. Her lamplight catches the curve of her ass gorgeously, bouncing off her fullness. Her hand rubs busily between her legs.
I stroke my dick from root to tip, groaning loudly, egged on by her ragged breaths, the sight of her thick ass, and the enthusiasm way in which she pleasures herself.
“You’re close,” I groan.
“How can you… tell… from there?”
“Your body is shaking for me. Fuck. I’m close too. We’re going to come at the same time. Rub your pussy even faster.”
“Like… this?”
I stroke my throbbing dick, matching her pace. Both of us are moving fast. As we race toward our release, her hips shift back and forth, almost like she’s imagining grinding against my cock.
I stock my erection, the hot friction of my touch becoming her pussy. I remember vividly what it felt like to slip inside of her, to fill her tight core, the way her tunnel gripped me and massaged my length the closer she got to her release.