My fingers trembled as I did. I pressed my palm against the soaked fabric and let out a small whimper.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, voice husky.
“Look at how you squirm. You have been such a generous fan. Sending all those gifts just so you could watch me stroke this c**k. Does it look better in person?”
“Much better,” I breathed. “Bigger. And the sounds you make. I can hear them so clearly now.”
He groaned again, deeper this time, and slowed his hand almost to a stop. “Careful. You are going to make me lose it too fast. I want this to last. Tell me, Sassy. When you watched my streams, did you ever imagine me standing right in front of you like this? Did you ever whisper my name?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes. All the time. Especially when you read my requests out loud.”
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