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Riley looked up at me, mouth open and eyes wide as he waited for me to...

“Fuck!” I growled as I fell back on my heels, my cock spurting in the air like a damn geyser.

The sounds of chimes and dings on the computer echoed, one after another.

I blinked through the heat, my muscles contracting as I continued to pump my shaft. My hand was covered in my release, as was my bed, my abs...

Good lord, I couldn’t remember the last time I came this hard and this much.

I let go of my cock, my gaze falling on the screen as I saw the comments.

All begging for my cum, my cock, and to be my good girl or good boy.

“Until next time, baby.” I breathed, reaching forward to turn off the live recording manually like I always did.

When I was alone, I let out a deep breath, falling back onto my bed, my mind racing. I wiped my hand on the towel from my nightstand, trying to catch my breath.

I wasn’t sure what happened. I hooked up with guys all the time, and Ineveronce fantasized about themduringa session. Or after we fucked in general. Most of them were mediocre at best.

Riley and I didn’t even do anything!

My phone buzzed, and I moved to grab it, if only to put the ringer on silent, when I saw a notification that had nothing to do with my thirsty subs.

Would you like to have some fun tonight? Maybe grab some coffee?

The number was unknown, but I didn’t have to be a private investigator to know who it was from.

Considering the emoji he’d sent was an eight ball.

Little shit.

I texted him back immediately with a pumpkin emoji.

You sure you won’t turn into a pumpkin, Cinderella?

His response was instant.

Only if by pumpkin you mean pumpkin spice latte. Which in that case... yes.

A grin fell over my face.

What time?I asked.

Does 6 o’clock sound good? I work until 5.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

Sure. 6 sounds great.

When he texted me back with a thumbs up, I couldn’t help but panic.

While I was excited to see the object of my fantastical performance, I was also terrified. Like most people, it seemed Riley had a regular 9-5 gig, and me...

A date to a wedding didn’t mean we were getting hitched.

I didn’thaveto tell him what I did for a living right?

I looked at my closet, acutely aware that this impression was everything. I wanted him to like me.

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