[ Part of him wants to know just what exactly she was doing. Practicing? By rubbing her entrance and teasing her clit with the trace of her finger? Was she sliding them inside of her, fighting the urge to let her little voice out while she imagined they were his? Cloud's never thought to do this before, and if they were in person, the two of them would likely rather let their actions speak for them, with the only words daring leave their mouths being their names, how deep his cock felt inside her—
"So full..." ]
Haa...
[ Fuck. Why did he have to wait? Why did he have to train and wait for her to be finished at school? Why did he have to be here? He stops, slowing his strokes as his dick throbs so hard, precum beads the tip and burns his face up with the sound of him as he pumps. Ayaka may be the more delicate one of the two, but here over the phone? She didn't have to get dirty. Not as dirty as he was letting his mind wander. And he swallows again, mind slowly shifting into a heated haze as he turns his camera on again. Feeding into her imagination just a little more.
Ayaka would be waiting a good few minutes this time for his next message, but username: exsoldierboy's status was still Online. He's typing.
An attached file... ]
I gotta pace myself when I'm with you. Trying to pretend it's you stroking it, or squeezing me as tight as your pussy does. You make it hard not to wanna cum early.
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[ Part of him wants to know just what exactly she was doing. Practicing? By rubbing her entrance and teasing her clit with the trace of her finger? Was she sliding them inside of her, fighting the urge to let her little voice out while she imagined they were his? Cloud's never thought to do this before, and if they were in person, the two of them would likely rather let their actions speak for them, with the only words daring leave their mouths being their names, how deep his cock felt inside her—
"So full..." ]
Haa...
[ Fuck. Why did he have to wait? Why did he have to train and wait for her to be finished at school? Why did he have to be here? He stops, slowing his strokes as his dick throbs so hard, precum beads the tip and burns his face up with the sound of him as he pumps. Ayaka may be the more delicate one of the two, but here over the phone? She didn't have to get dirty. Not as dirty as he was letting his mind wander. And he swallows again, mind slowly shifting into a heated haze as he turns his camera on again. Feeding into her imagination just a little more.
Ayaka would be waiting a good few minutes this time for his next message, but username: exsoldierboy's status was still Online. He's typing.
An attached file... ]
I gotta pace myself when I'm with you. Trying to pretend it's you stroking it, or squeezing me as tight as your pussy does. You make it hard not to wanna cum early.
[ Send. He's just out of frame. ]