Skype conference dragged on, turning into a tedious mishmash..
Added 2025-03-20 18:30:09 +0000 UTC
Skype conference dragged on, turning into a tedious mishmash of voices and graphs. I was barely listening. My gaze was fixed on you-the sharp line of your jaw, the way your lips moved sexily.
In my mind, I'd already fucked you. I imagined pinning you to the chair, sitting on your lap and feeling your dick harden beneath me as I slowly and then quickly settled on him. Then I leaned over the table, your arms around my hips, and you entered me deeply as I moaned your name. Every position flashed through my mind: on my knees, against the wall, legs spread wide - my imagination was unstoppable.
By the time the call ended, my body ached with need. I didn't even say goodbye - I just slammed the laptop shut, or so it seemed to me. Gasping, I pulled my dildo out of the drawer, thick and ready. Stripping naked, I lowered myself onto the bed, feeling the heat between my thighs. At first I teased myself by circling my clit, imagining his tongue instead. Then I introduced him into me, gasping as he filled me, mimicking the rhythm I'd imagined with him.
My hips jerked, eager for release, and your face burned into my mind. I cum hard, shuddering, and whispered your name into the empty room.
Holding my breath, I froze. There was a faint cough. My eyes darted to the screen - Skype was still on. You were staring at me wide-eyed, lips ajar, a blush running down your neck. You'd seen it all. My heart raced, humiliation struggling with perverse arousal. Before I could speak, you leaned closer and said in a low voice. “That was...incredible.”
My cheeks burned, but your gaze, hungry, unblinking, lit me up again. I smirked, still panting. “Do you want a repeat?” You nodded instantly, and suddenly it appeared the call hadn't ended. Nor was my night over💦
