Page 81 of Forever Player

“You said pussy Willow. It’s the name of a plant,” she explains. “You know, those furry little plants that grow in spring.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I confess.

“Never mind, where were we?” I ask.

“My legs are spread,” she says, her voice a soft purr.

“Good, now dip your finger between your seam,” I instruct, and I watch her hand move down. Her breathing picks up as her nostrils flare. “Are you wet?”

She nods. “Very.”

Fuck.

“You’re so beautiful, Willow. I love watching you touch yourself. Rub those juices around and use it to rub your clit.”

She moans and her eyes flutter shut. “That feels so good. I need to see you touch yourself, Brett. Please,” she says, as if she knows she needs to ask politely because I was probably going to say no until I heard that last word.

“Since you asked so nice. What do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice gravelly. I’m so hard my cock is bobbing behind my suit pants as I watch her get herself off.

“I want to see your cock, Brett. Pump it for me,” she pants.

I quickly remove my already loosened tie and then I remove my button-down shirt and trousers. Finally, I remove my boxers, so I am buck naked.

“Damn, you have like a ten-pack,” she says.

“You like what you see, Honey?” I ask as she works herself over.

She nods. “I liked it from the moment I saw you.”

Damn, Willow is opening up and I am digging it. I hop on the bed and begin to jerk off. When I point the phone to my very erect cock, Willow starts to moan louder. “OMG, that’s so hot. I’m going to come, Brett, but I can’t do it. I can’t make myself come properly.”

“Just watch me, Honey. Imagine it’s my fingers rubbing that sweet pussy.”

“Yes,” she cries out, but she keeps her eyes open and trained on my cock.

“Show me your pussy, Willow. Show me so I can fuck you hard with my fingers,” I say breathing hard. A bead of precum makes an appearance on my tip, and I rub my finger over it as I squeeze my cock and take a long languid stroke.

“I’m coming, Brett,” she cries out.

“That’s it, Honey. Rub that sweet clit of yours faster. I am so hard for you right now. You look so fucking beautiful. I want to be back home in bed with you,” I say and Willow cries out her screams of ecstasy, tipping me over the edge as I shoot over my abdomen like a fucking teenager. Watching her come undone only prolongs my release as I come all over myself. My hand grows sticky and, fuck, it’s so hot.

When we both finish coming, she brings the camera to her face, and I bring mine too. Willow’s cheeks are flushed and she’s wearing a lazy smile.

“That was unexpected. I’ll need to score more goals for you.” I wink as my breathing slowly returns to normal.

“That was hot, and I won’t protest goals.”

“Will you come to my game with Maylee? Day after tomorrow?” I ask. We return home late tomorrow and then we have the night off.

“We’d love to,” Willow answers.

I grin like a damn fool.

“I better get myself cleaned up. I don’t know when the guys will be back, and they will definitely stop by my room.”

I stand and head to the bathroom to wash up and Willow does the same.

I slip on a pair of boxers and grab a clean T-shirt from my suitcase. Then I sit back down at the table to eat.

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