Page 15 of Riley

And he was kind of cute, if I was being honest. All flustered over the dirty words, all sincere and walking me to my door and shit.

His dark eyes filled my psyche, causing my cock to twitch, just as the alarm went off.

I let go of myself, opening my eyes as I glanced around the room, almost as if I expected to find him there, watching.

I shook off the weird thoughts as I watched my computer load, waiting for the green light. Soon enough, I was live.

I waited momentarily for at least a few people to jump on before I addressed them.

I lowered my voice, rising to my knees as I made a show of lifting my cock, which was still quite hard and wanting.

Hearts bloomed across the screen as I leaned my head back, running my hand along my clothed shaft.

I carded my right hand through my hair as I used my left to continue stroking my cock. Turning to the side, I hunched over just enough to give a good side profile, enough to show thelength and curve of my trapped cock, giving a good thrust to tease and titillate the viewers.

The tips came in quickly and I flashed them all a megawatt smile.

“I know what you guys really want,” I said as someone commented, “Yes, Daddy, give it to me.”

My mind decided that was the time to replay the smutty audio I’d heard in Riley’s car, his blush filling his cheeks as he tried to shut it down.

You take this cock so good, baby... just like Daddy likes it.

My own cock throbbed at the word replay in my brain, and I had to suck in a breath.

“Take it off!” another commenter said as several more tips came in.

I sat back on my heels, sliding my underwear down just enough that my cock sprang free. I slid my hand back around my shaft, feeling its thickness and veins. I wasaching.

And I was already sticky with precum.

What the hell?

I had masturbation down to a science. It was my job, after all. Usually, I opened up with a nice tease in my pants, let the cock bob free, maybe smack it around a bit before I started to go to town.

I didn’t want to waste a minute though, being as my subscribers were paying for entertainment and not my own existential crisis.

So, I pushed through.

I spit directly onto my cock, covering my shaft in saliva and gathering the precum from the head, slathering it down my hardness. I closed my eyes and my head fell back as I built my rhythm, theding dingof comments and tips like a melodic overture of chimes.

“You take this cock so good, baby,” I groaned, a fresh sheen of sweat blanketing my skin as I fucked my slick hand.

I let my free hand wander, pinching my nipples, sliding it down to my navel.

Chime, chime, chime.

The sound of success.

Images flashed in my mind of Riley on my porch, looking at me with big old puppy dog eyes.

I let my mind wander further, imagining him falling to his knees on my porch, those big, beautiful eyes wide with lust as I pulled out my thick cock.

“Just like Daddy likes it,” I groaned, my voice all gravelly and dark.

Chime, chime, chime. Ding, ding, ding.

My cock swelled, throbbing with need as the sounds of my wet palm slapping against my dick echoed in the air. I fell forward on my knees, my underwear sliding down a bit to reveal half of my ass. I glanced up at my screen, making eye contact with my subs as I rocked my hips forward, slowly pushing myself through my hand.

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