Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”
I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.
Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas.
“You like the view?” he teased. I gasped as the camera tilted downward. My fingers dug into the desk as I caught a glimpse of his cock. “Amber,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
I didn’t need to speak. My body quivered as I let my hands wander downwards, feeling the wetness that soaked through my panties. I pulled them down to my ankles, parting my legs just enough for Derek to see my glistening juices, before running two fingers up and down my slit. A moan escaped my lips just as Derek began stroking his cock on camera for me, with the fountains erupting behind him.
It didn’t take long for me to cum. My breath hitched and I screamed with pleasure, as my back arched and my eyes closed. Derek watched, biting his bottom lip and rubbing the head of his cock as if he were polishing a trophy.
Come to think of it, he definitely was.
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