Page 65 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

INEEDSOMED

But we’re not having any fun. You said you’re too tired and drunk.

HRD4U

I did say that.

But my still-hard cock throbs to remind me that it’s there and could use some attention.

I can’t believe I’m going to say this.

I lean forward and type the words.

HRD4U

I might be able to be convinced to have some private fun if you’re up for it…

The longer the delay in her response, the tighter my gut gets. This was a fucking stupid idea. Really stupid.

Did I actually just invite her to have webcam sex with me?

It’s one of the things I always swore I would never do. It crosses the line into actual hooker behavior as opposed to doing it myself. At least, it’s how I’ve always rationalized that what I do on camera isn’t prostitution. She’s a paying customer…she has to be to view my live feeds. That means if she takes me up on my offer, she’s effectively paying for sex…or a form of it. Only two people involved makes it sex in my book.

And my invitation seems to have stolen her words. But the request to open a video chat pops up on my screen before I can retract my statement.

Holy hell. Well, I guess if she’s okay with it…

I double-check to make sure my face isn’t visible—because the last thing I need after the two incidents with my car is another crazed viewer finding the real me—and click “yes.”

The image on my screen makes my breath catch in my chest.

Perfect tits—high and round. Flat expanse of her stomach. And a pair of mile-long legs spread wide open to display a shaved and glistening pussy.

Sweet mother of God.

I’m going to need to go to confession again.

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RACHEL

I must be insane, or at the very least, really damn desperate.

Why else would I be sitting online with a total stranger, buck naked, with my legs spread open, ready to rub one out?

I’ve reached the lowest of lows, but honestly, I don’t care. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, and right now, I have to do me.

Tequila always does this to me—turns me into a raging, horny sex machine. It would probably be wise to avoid drinking it until I have someone in my life who can satisfy this craving. It might prevent me from ending up like this.

Horny. Alone.

And apparently willing to do something way outside my comfort zone.

I can’t believe I’m actually thinking it, but in this very second, I’d give anything to know where HRD4U lives so I could drive over and let him fuck me hard and whisper dirty things into my ear.

The man has a beautiful body, a beautiful dick, and a filthy mouth…

What more could I ask for?

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