π| FIFTY
***This woman, she will fully be mine. Mark my words...***
~Rachel~
"Ahhh," you moaned as your fingers slipped straight into your core.
It was warm and wet, ready for something thick and long.
You arched slightly so your finger could go deeper, into your folds.
She was watching.
You couldn't see her, your eyes closed tightly shut—yet you knew.
You could feel her gaze on your body even through the phone screen.
Your left hand trailed up your abdomen to cup your breast.
You moaned, your fingers on the pulkered nipple, pressing.
Your right hand found your nub, hidden beneath your petals, flicking it tenderly as heat rose in you.
Your mouth fell agape as you cupped your breast aggressively.
"Rachel."
You heard her, her voice faint.
It sounded like an approval, like a permission to go on.
You knew without a doubt what this was doing to her over there.
She would be hard, hot and bothered, her dick pressing against the restraints of her underwear.
And if she were here, you would touch her, stroke her till she milked.
If she were here, it would be her cock and not your finger sliding deep into your wet slit at this moment.
Still, it felt good, two of your fingers, buried deep in your wet folds.
The pleasure was tripled when you imagined that it was Carmen's cock and not your appendage, moving deep inside of you.
The friction—it brought you joy: white, hot and nearly blinding.
Your breath grew heavy, heavier as your fingers glided in and out of your hungry pussy, stimulating you.
"Oh Carmen," you moaned her name lightly as your body—precisely your back—arched lower and lower.
You were sure that by now she could see clearly, your fingers going in and out of the very pussy that you needed her to be here to pound.
She was still watching you, mayhap touching herself too.
You didn't care.
You was close, so close.
You spread your legs wider, caressing your breasts one after another as you increased your hand pace.
Your breathing grew ragged.
Something built up inside of me, moving, racing, for the finish line.
You leaned forward slightly, opening your eyes go see her, watching.
Her eyes were dilated, and her gaze was heavy with lust.
She was so aroused.
You would have made her cum, if she were there, with you.
But she wasn't.
She had chosen instead to go to work, depriving you of vitamin D.
Maybe this would be her lesson.
And maybe she would learn.
Mayhap she wouldn't.
You couldn't careless, couldn't think straight—at least not when she was looking at you with those dark eyes.
Your arms were getting tired and you realized you needed to work out more.
Tired arms during self play was and would always be a hassle.
But, you couldn't give up.
Not now.
You needed to finish.
Your finger slid deeper, stroke after strokes that brought you delight.
Your legs started to didder slightly as the first onslaught hit you.
But it wasn't enough, your juices only coating your fingers lightly.
So you chased, for more, bending forward for a better angle.
You cried out, her name on your lips, each time you thrust softly into your folds.
You heard her groan softly.
Then, you looked up, to meet those heavy eyes, darkened by the weight of her desire for you.
And she mouthed four words.
"Comr for me, Rachel."
The entirety of your body instantly tightened, responding to her command without control.
Then, you came.
You immediately exploded around both fingers—a mix of cum, wet and slick and squirt everywhere.
"Carrrmen," you screamed her name, as if she were there, touching you.
Your body shook with your orgasm, squirt pouring everywhere.
A sizable amount splashed across your phone screen blurring the shocked image of Carmen.
You studied her—the lust still in her eyes, half dead with satisfaction.
She didn't touch herself.
She hadn't cum.
You could tell even before she reached forward with gritted teeth.
"Rachel, I am coming for you."
It sounded like a threat.
But it didn't feel like one to you.
"Keep the damn sheets clean," she said in a voice hoarse with need.
It turned you on, the huskiness.
"As you wish," you grinned, satisfaction crawling through you.
Though you wouldn't mind more.
"May your wish not be the end of you," she said in a quiet voice.
There was something about the look she gave you that scared you.
But, it was only there for a moment before she tapped her screen and ended the video call.
OmaPhinaPhire🔥