“It looks so fucking good. Watching your cream coat your fingers in 4k is a blessing I never knew I needed, Ms. Greysen. Take your other hand and use your two fingers to play with your clit.”
My clit was so sensitive that my back arched the second I touched her.
“Finger yourself faster.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yes. Keep your fucking legs open.”
“Diesel.” I choked out.
“Look at the camera. I need the fucking money shot. Faster.”
“God!”
“Do not close your legs, Greysen. Oh, look at you. Your face is flushing. Give me the money shot, Babygirl,” he whispered.
“Agh!” My head dropped back.
“No, no. Look at me. Keep looking at me.”
My body jerked.
“There she goes. Come on, mama.”
My body expelled the liquid as he flicked away.
“Oh Goddd!” I moaned.
“Yes. Good fucking girl. Good fucking…fuck.”
I hadn’t nutted that hard in so fucking long. Before I could catch my breath, Diesel hopped over the couch and gripped my chain.
“Stand yo’ ass up.”
He pulled me up with the chain. The heels had me damn near eye to eye with him. He crashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth. He struggled to push his jeans down with one hand, so I helped him. When his dick popped out, I gripped him and started stroking him, using his pre-cum as lube. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, I missed your touch, Grey. Soft ass.”
“Can I taste him?”
“No, time. I am three seconds from exploding.”
He maneuvered me around so fast, nearly knocking me off these tall ass heels.
“I got you baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“Oh!” he thrust in me without warning.
“Goddamn,” he groaned.
I missed him stretching me out. When I tried to bend over, he pulled the chain, making me stand nearly straight up.
“Oh, hell yeah. These the perfect height. You sitting on this dick, baby.”
There was nowhere to go as he held me in place with the chain in one hand, and the other on my waist.
“Pretty self. I can’t believe I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”