Page 3 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Which is why I’m HRD4U and try to push all of Flynn to the background during my shows—except his best friend. I can’t get her out of my head for any amount of time, and certainly not when I’m hard and need inspiration for my shows.

I stroke my dick harder and faster, twisting my wrist with each upward movement to create the perfect friction along my length. “You beautiful people want to see me come?”

A stampede of smiley faces, thumbs-ups, high-fives, and hearts hit the screen.

Yes HRD4U!

Give it to us!

We want to see it!

I wish I was there!

I relax back across my bed, close my eyes, and conjure a vision of Rachel leaning over me, her cascade of caramel hair creating a curtain around my face as her lips find mine and she lowers herself onto my dick. Hot and wet. She engulfs my entire length, and her tongue slips into my mouth so I can taste her for the first time.

Fuck.

The sweet glide of our sweat-slickened skin against each other. The lash of our tongues tangling. The moans and pants. The whispered “I love yous” breathed out into the room.

“Fuck! Yes! Ride my cock, baby.” My breath catches as the slow tingle starts at the base of my spine. “Take me hard. Make me come in your sweet cunt.”

The dirty talk always does it for me…and the viewers. It’s become a staple of my performances as much as it has been in my bedroom since I fucked my high school girlfriend and the words just slipped out.

Another reason Rach and I can never happen. As soon as I open my mouth, she’ll go running for the hills. It isn’t the kind of stuff you say to a kindergarten teacher while buried inside her…

The woman of my fantasies rolls her hips, grinding down on me, and mine bow up to meet hers.

“Fuck, yes. Squeeze me with your pussy. I want to feel you come for me, baby.”

Dream Rachel clamps down on me, and rides me even harder, seeking her own pleasure as mine finally builds until I can’t contain it any longer.

My orgasm slams into me—a tsunami of pleasure and pent-up emotion after spending hours with her earlier. Surrounded by her scent. Enticed by her soft, light touches. Tortured by the tight embraces. Seduced by the easy laughs. Angered by the tears over yet another douchebag.

I shoot my load up across my abs and chest then lie panting for a few moments, trying to blink away the spots dancing across my vision and regain my breath before I look at the computer screen.

Jesus Christ!

That was hot!

HRD4U THANK YOU!

Oh my God my ovaries just exploded.

SO FUCKING HOT!

What I wouldn’t give to have that big thick cock inside me right now. Are you single? I can be over there in five minutes.

I chuckle lightly and lean forward, giving the viewers a show of my cum, spread out and glistening across my skin.

“I am single, but I don’t get involved with any of my viewers.” Which is why I rarely even bother to read the private messages sent to me through the site. After a quick glance, they all end up in the trash bin. One can only reply no to so many propositions before it becomes a tedious, annoying time suck. They’ll have to settle for me in virtual form. “I’m thinking about making pancakes in the morning. Check back in with me or sign up for alerts for when I go live if you want to watch. Have a good night.”

Mine is about to end with me passing the fuck out.

I click off the recording and drop back down onto the mattress with a groan. That floaty, post-orgasmic haze still envelops me, and I linger in it for a few moments because I know it won’t last.

It never does.

I should probably feel like a whore for selling my body like this, letting people watch me jerk off, letting them ogle me walk around my house doing things naked with a hard-on.

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