the cum I gave you…
It is late where you are, and as we say goodnight, you laugh and suggest I watch some orgy porn, but only if I remember to whisper your name as I cum. As I slide my phone onto the night table, the thought of cumming for you has taken root, and I throw the covers off and search for my computer — I like my porn on the big screen. My cock is urging me to hurry back under the covers and the thought of being hard washes through me.
maybe I am ready…
There is a child-like enjoyment when she plays with my cock. She intently strokes me, and as I start to build, she whispers not to cum and stops. She runs a gloved finger lightly along the ridge of my shaft and is delighted as my cock reacts.
The woman who masturbated on her stomach
With a slight groan she raised her head slightly and shifted to look the other way; leaving me to stare at the back of her head. As I closed my eyes and started to drift back to sleep, I could feel a slight rhythmic motion beside me, and as if talking in my sleep, asked what she was doing. I could hear her shift again on her pillow and when I opened my eyes, she was staring at me again.