Page 94 of Tainted Kitten

Angling my phone to get a good view of my bed, I flash my teeth close to the screen before backing up. “Ok then, Grady. Get your pretty cock out.”

“You first.” He smirks while biting the corner of his lip. “Show me the stand in cock that I’m competing with here.”

I throw my head back, laughing. It feels good, especially to have Marcus on board with my freakiness. “It’s not really a cock.” Picking Peter up, I hold him close to the screen. “See. Not as big as a dick.”

Marcus frowns. “How’s that gonna work, then?”

Again, I throw my head back, laughing. “Oh Marc, you fellas really are clueless.” I point to my pink vibe. “This part is a g-spot stimulator. It goes just inside where that sweet spot is, and this part wraps up to my clit. I tried to use Big Jim, but it still hurts deep inside, so Peter will have to do.”

“Do I even wanna know what Big Jim looks like?”

“Think Garrett, but purple, and with batteries,” I smirk, and he rolls his eyes.

“Ok, Rhee. Take off your t-shirt and show me those perfect tits.”

Shifting back on my bed so Marcus can see my whole body down to my knees, I lift my t-shirt off and palm my tits, giving my nipples a little pinch.

“Fuck yes. Show me how you fuck yourself.” The huskiness in Marcus’ voice sends me wild. I bite my lip and try to calm my racing heart. At this point, I’m likely to fuck thin air and get off just from having his eyes on me.

“Show me that hard cock, Marc,” I demand, and he grins, shifting back in his desk chair and gripping the base of his very hard shaft. “Fuck. I love your dick.”

“My dick loves you too.” Marcus chuckles.

“Tell me, Marcus? Does your dick love this?”

I hold up Peter and turn it on before spreading my legs wide so he can see everything. The lighting in my bright white room is perfect for picking up everything I have on show. Then I slide Peter in.

“Fuuuck,” Marcus grunts out, pumping his cock as he watches.

Oh yeah. I fucking love this.

Like I did earlier, I bring my free hand up to pinch my nipples as Peter casts a spell on my cunt in rapid time. I moan and buck and moan again, trying to keep my eyes open to watch Marcus. His eyes are wild, and he’s gripping his cock so hard that he’s likely going to strangle the life out of it as he tugs his hand back and forth, over and over, watching me.

“Marc.” I pant, breathless, my pleasure building.

“Rhee. Fuck Peter good.” He rasps, and I do, gyrating my hips, putting more pressure on Peter, knowing I’m only seconds away.

“I’m close.” I grit out quickly, watching his dick piston in his hand.

“Me too. Come for me, baby.”

And I do. My muscles tense and clamp in a violent blast, forcing me to cry out with little restraint, which I let go of completely when I see the ropes of white cum jetting from Marcus’ cock. My climax is prolonged by Peter's unrelenting vibrations, and I rip him from my entrance and toss him across the room. He lands somewhere with a thud.

“Fuck Rhee. That was…” Marcus pants, leaning closer to the screen. “Epic.”

I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes because an overwhelming urge to cry slams into me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why am I such a fucking cry baby lately?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Marcus picks up his phone again, holding it higher.

I shake my head. “I was hoping it would make me feel better.”

“Are you upset because of the messages about the video?”

“That, and my olds know about the video. They even know about Brian and Julie now.” I flop back on my bed, sucking in deep breaths.

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