Chapter 85

• “Jesus I wish I was there to taste that honey, baby,” I growled, watching her fingers push wetly through her sticky lips. My cock lurched in my hand, precum beading at the top and running copiously down the shaft as I stroked it hilt to crown while my nineteen year old sex kitten whimpered for me on screen.
• Chelsea’s eyes fluttered shut as she slid a finger inside, her legs spread wide over the arm-rests of the chair and her feet on the desk; totally open and exposed for me. She brought her other hand down and started to rub her clit in small little circles while she fingered herself. She whimpered and I started to jerk it faster. I could see her perfect body tense and release as she gasped, her tight little asshole winking as she slid her fingers in and out of her wetness.
• Suddenly, she looked me shyly before she reached for something off-camera.