You I

You
are shy and pull the sheet up around your neck, but I can see where your other hand is, see it moving, see what you are doing to yourself.

I
am not shy and kneel naked and erect between your thighs stroking the length of my thrashing cock, watching you watch me. You rub at yourself a little faster and smile and moan lightly, gripping me with your thighs.

You
slide the sheet down to just above your nipples, your hips beginning  to rock  up and down, and I can hear the gentle lapping of your fingers washing over your dark, hot pussy.

I
tell you what I want you to do and you oblige, slipping your hand out from under the sheet and brushing your sweet, wet fingers over my waiting lips.

You
let go of the sheet and take hold of my shaft, squeezing it sweetly, with your painted, dark fingers, feeling it throb and twitch in your grasp.

I
pull at the sheet and you let go and grab it, shaking your head, cheekily.

You
know what I want to do and don’t even have to ask.

I
know what you want me to do and I nod and smile in agreement.

You
let go and grab hold of me again, letting the soft cotton glide down over your breast and belly, letting me see how hard you are touching yourself, letting me drink in your pleasure.

I
reach down between your legs and start to stroke at your wetness, slipping my fingers into you and over you and round you, feeling your orgasm rise from deep inside you, your back arching, your mouth open, your eyes half closed in ecstasy, loud, animal moans and my name on your lips.

You
stroke me faster feeling my cock throb and pulsate and my body shudder as my orgasm breaks over me like an ocean wave.

I
come in long thick physical gasps, my cum splashing softly onto your breast, my body shaking, your name escaping from me in between my trembling gasps.

You
come and scream and watch as I lick my cum from your soft, quivering breasts.