Page 18 of Badd Baby

"Touch yourself. Jerk off while I watch.”

I tightened my grip on my aching cock and stroked it, the phone showing the movement of my arm but nothing else. "Like that?"

"You're gonna make me say it?" she grumbled. "Fine. I want to see, Duncan. I want to see all of you. I want to see you come." She clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. "I know I'm loud and sarcastic and crazy, but I've never done anything like this before. I'm nervous and I feel weird."

"You're sexy as fuck, Rune," I said, slowly jerking my length just off-screen. "I want to see you. Let me see your tits. Let me see you finger your tight little pussy."

She moaned, eyes closing briefly—Her arm moved, and she gasped. "Oh….oh fuck."

"Let me see, goddammit," I hissed.

"At the same time, then," she said. "Together."

Heart slamming crazily in my chest, I let out a groan as my cock throbbed in my fist, demanding release. "Together. Ready?"

"No. Yes." She opened her eyes and mine through the screen. “Yes. Please, Duncan. I wanna see your cock. I need to.”

I tilted the screen until my abs and core were in the frame and slowly slid my fist down my cock, the tip sprouting out of the top of my fist, inch after inch bared. Rune's face was still in frame, and I was gratified to see her mouth drop open, blatant and powerful arousal carved into every line of her face.

"Jesus, Duncan," she breathed. "Stroke it for me."

I jerked my length for her, once, twice, three times, slowly. "Like that?"

"Mmmm, god yes. Your cock, Duncan. My god. It’s beautiful.”

"Like it?"

"I need it."

"Where?" I demanded.

She panned her screen down, finally giving me a full-length glimpse at her curves. Draped to either side by gravity, her tits were big and full, plump and round with pale, nearly invisible areolae only a hint darker than the rest of her skin, with small, hard, pink nipples, erect and begging for attention.

"Jesus, Rune," I snarled.

She panned further, and now her sex was bared to me—a low mound thatched with dense black pubic hair. "I haven't, um…shaved or trimmed in a long time."

"I fucking love it," I said.

"Wait, really?" she said, sounding skeptical. "Don't bullshit me, Duncan."

"Why would I lie about that? I love a full bush."

"It's embarrassing."

"The fuck it is, I argued. "It's hot. If you were here in the room with me, I’d have you screaming my name right now. My face would be buried between those thick, beautiful thighs of yours, and I'd be eating your pussy out until you can't fucking breathe."

"Ohmyfuckinggod, Duncan," she breathed, "do not tease me like that."

"Who's teasing?" I answered. “Eating you out is literally all I can think about."

She groaned, and I watched her fingers slip down over her belly and fit against her slit. Her other hand slid down as well, two fingers framing her pussy and prying it open so her fingers could swirl against the pert nub of her clit. My mouth literally watered at the sight as I anticipated the scent and flavor of her sex on my tongue, her essence tingling on my lips and smearing my mouth, the pungent perfume of her arousal filling my nostrils.

I couldn't help but stroke myself, then, sliding my grip down to the root of my cock, watching with rapt attention as Rune's fingers swirl her clit with increasing rapidity.

"Slow down, Rune," I whispered.

"I'm close," she said. "I need to come."