Page 18 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Standing in front of the computer, my abs and dick fill the entire screen. Almost instantly, the little icon in the corner that shows the number of viewers ticks up.

Five.

Ten.

Thirty.

Eighty.

One hundred and twenty-two.

Three hundred.

Four hundred and twenty-one.

A good number for a Sunday night.

“Good evening, ladies. And gentlemen.” I never want to leave out a big part of my viewers. “Tonight, I thought we’d take a nice long, hot shower to unwind after a tiring weekend.”

Oh, my God.

You didn’t reply to my PM. Did you see it?

Yes, get wet for us.

I would love to shower with you. Are you sure I can’t come join?

How about a double-feature tonight?

At least I’m putting a smile on someone’s face today. It’s a minor consolation for the day I’ve had, but I’ll still take it. It may be the only one I get for a while.

“I know all of you would love to have an opportunity to come experience this”—I grab my cock and shake it gently—“live, but unfortunately, you’re going to have to settle for the show.”

Boo.

That sucks.

Don’t leave us hanging.

I chuckle as I stroke myself with one hand and slide open the glass door to the shower with the other. “Have no fear, I would never leave anyone hanging. I’ll make sure you get a good show tonight.”

With the computer angled toward the shower, they won’t miss a second.

The hot spray hits my skin, and I release a sigh. “Do you folks want to hear what I would do if you were here with me right now?”

Through the glass, I can still make out the responses.

Yes!

Oh, my God, dirty talk! Tell us!

Tell us what’s in that filthy head of yours.

Talking myself through it helps me visualize the real thing. The real thing I’ve been fantasizing about for so long, I can’t even remember a time it wasn’t in my head.

Rachel.

Always her.

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