Dzhan
She turned it off! She turned the damn camera off right after she dared me. With magic of all things, which should be impossible, because she doesn’t even have the usual scent of a which the rest of her kind do. And now here I am, all hot and bothered, with my d*ick out like I am some kind of a moron, the swollen tip staring at me angrily as no release is coming, not from her agile hands, and I don’t know what to to with myself.
Tuck my pants in, that’s what I should do. Die of agony, for sure. Because my screen might be black now, but that image of her, laying naked on the bed, her legs spread, her hands teasing her until she slammed that stupid toy home and let out the neediest, sexiest moan I have ever heard.
The worst part is I wasn’t even planning to spy on her today. No, lik
