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I’m focused on is his face. The way he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, to watch what I’m doing…

Legs wide open, hand punishing my ass… Dick leaking all over my abs without a single touch. He looks drunk on it, and so am I. All I want in theworldis to come right now…

To come with him. For the fans… and forhim.

Avi lets out a choked gasp. “Baby, I’m coming…”

“Come inside me,” I sob, as quietly as I can while my climax rushes to the surface.

“Ohhfuck, I’m coming in you.” He angles the camera at his dick, his hand milking out stream after stream of cum all over his abs. “You feel me pulsing in you, baby?”

“Yea,yes,” I groan as my dick shoots off, ass clenching so tight on my fingers, I can barely move them. “Fuck yea, oh myGod…”

Cum sprays from my cock, all the way up to my chest, decorating me while I flutter and fight for breath. Another hands-free orgasm…What. The. Fuck.

I’m buzzing for far too long, just lying here drenched in cum with my fingers in my ass. Until a noise out in the hall flings my eyes open, and my body upright.

“Oh fuck, oh Jesus…” Leaping out of bed with my boxers in hand, I scamper naked into the bathroom and close the door, my heart flying against my ribcage.

Avi is laughing, and I aim the screen at my face. “It’s not funny. I think someone’s coming in…”

“You’re so cute,” he yawns, and I scowl, resting my phone against the sink mirror while I clean myself up.

“Shut up, asshole.”

I don’t hear any more sounds, so I’m guessing I just freaked out over nothing. But still… I couldn’t risk it. The last thing I need is for Guty to walk in while I’m covered in my own cum, fingers stuffed in my ass and my stepbrother on FaceTime.

“I can’t wait for you to get back here…” Avi mumbles, and I peer at the screen to find him basically asleep, curled up naked in his bed.

Something strange sets between my ribs, something tight and bothersome, like… homesickness. But I push it away and finish getting myself cleaned up, ignoring the soreness in my ass, and my chest.

“I gotta go,” I huff to him.

“Don’t leave me, baby…” he whispers sleepily. “Just keep me…”

I’m not sure if he was trying to saykeep me on, as in on the phone. But I dispel it either way, because I obviously can’t do that.

“I’m hanging up now, Avi,” I speak softly, blinking at him while he sleeps. “I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”

Ending the call, I wander out of the bathroom, plugging my phone back in on the nightstand and curling up in bed. Andbecause I’m exhausted and sated, I fall fast into a calming slumber…

With a smile I can no longer fight resting comfortably on my lips.

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The music blares melodies into my ears as my fingers work.

Gripping the charcoal pencil, I drag it along the paper, sketching lines, curves, and slopes. I use my thumb to blur some shadow while song lyrics resonate in my thoughts.

But I have to stop, and take a breath.It’s getting too real…

Rolling up a joint, I keep my headphones on while I smoke, leaned back in my chair and staring at a blank space on my white bedroom wall.

Art has been my one and only passion since I was old enough to hold a crayon. Even when I was little, my drawings were leaps and bounds more advanced than anyone else’s in school.

But that was about it. My talents begin and end with art, and to a lot of people, that’s not exactly the gift you’d think it is. I’ve heard it my whole life, from pretty much everyone other than my mom…