Page 137 of Wrong Pucking Player

I can see the movement of his hand, noticing that he’s picking up the pace of pumping his erect cock.

“No more waiting,” he whispers, his eyes focused on my slick cunt. “Two fingers. Nice and deep in that pussy of yours, Andrews.” He dares pull his gaze away for a second to meet my eyes, wide and dilated with pure lust. “Put on a show for me.”

“Fuck yes,” I groan in relief the moment my two fingers slide between my wet folds and deep into the pulsing hollows of my pussy. My moan is loud, and I can’t stop myself from arching a little at how sensitive I am now.

It’s enough to force me to stay still for a few deep breaths, knowing well if I dared pump these fingers the way I wanted, I’d cum in seconds.

“That’s how turned-on you are for me, Kenzie?” Oscar sounds far too pleased.

“Yes,” I don’t hide it. “God, Oscar. You have no fucking clue how sensitive I am for you.”

“You just want me to race up there to fuck you all night, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I moan and want to masturbate at the idea, but I fight against it. I want to be a good girl and follow Armani’s orders.

“Look at me, Sweet Kitten,” he orders and has my attention in a heartbeat. “Be nice and loud for me when you pump those fingers into your slick pussy for me. I want to hear you from all the way here. You understand, baby?”

“Yes!” I can just imagine him being so close. Listening at the door. Just a few steps away.

With that, I begin to pump my fingers into my pussy, thrusting in and out while moaning loud for the world to hear. I want people to think I’m being fucked senseless tonight. The added sounds of juices only add to the noise I’m creating pleasing myself.

“Good girl, Kenzie,” he praises while watching me like a hawk. He’s pumping himself even faster, matching the movement to my rhythm. “That’s it, beautiful. Keep at it. Just like that.”

My body is blazing hot, my core coiling with building pleasure that’s rising with intensity.

“Keep that up, Kenzie. Do you hear how wet you are? Feel that drenched oasis that gathered just for me? Can you imagine what it will be like when I fill your pussy with my thick, pierced cock?”

“God, yes. Fuck, I’d die for that. Oscar, please!”

“You know I’ll give it to you, don’t you, Kenzie?”

“Yes!” I believe him, that he’d fuck me with everything he’s got and more.

“That’s my baby. Look at my woman. Pleasing herself so perfectly that I’m fucking jealous of your fingers,” he grunts, and I feel he’s as near his climax as I am. “Fuck, Kenzie. You’re going to cum with me, yes?”

“Yes!” He’s close. I’m close. I’m ready to come undone with him, together. “Oscar. Fuck…Oscar, I’m gonna cum. Please, please, please let me cum.”

“That’s my Sweet Kitten. You know your master’s in control.”

“Yes.”

“Only I can make you cum with your own fingers, yes?”

“Fucking yes!”

“Then let me see it,” he growls as he fights a grunt that vibrates against the walls of his throat. “Cum, Kenzie! Let me see you come undone.”

“I’m cumming, ah!” I can’t stop the tidal wave of pleasure that consumes me with those words, my body going stoic as my back arches all at once.

My fingers sink as deeply as they can, my pussy walls gripping them tightly as shudders consume me. I’m cursing in Russian as aftershocks soon follow suit, leaving me utterly helpless as I whimper and quiver with the orgasmic shocks.

“Fucking beautiful,” Oscar cries out, and his growl is loud as hell. I’m sure he’s just gone over the edge of his climax, leaving him grunting and moaning.

I barely manage to open my eyes, surprised I even have the ability to still hold the phone up at this angle, but there’s the rewarding sight I wanted to see.

Oscar’s head falls back, panting ruthlessly while his hand pumps the last shots of his release. I can see some of it going down along the veiny surface of his shaft, making me wish I was there so I could fall on my knees and lick him all up.

I’d have to keep that in mind for when we do fuck, but for now, I’m satisfied enough to actually think straight.

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