Page 136 of Seeds of Malice
Time to edit.
I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I pull up the footage from all the different places we've fucked. There's footage from the dressing room, the boathouse, her father's bedroom, my place, my car, a few greenhouses, and the boat.
"The shower. Where is that?" I mumble, searching my drive. Then I find it, and relief hits me.
I replay all the footage, turning hard instantly. I unzip my pants. I palm my cock and play with myself, allowing myself to quickly come.
I grab a rag and wipe up, then hit play for the next video.
I instantly get hard again.
"Jesus, how does this little slut do this to me?" I grumble.
I'm unable to tear my attention off the screen. The video of us in the shower ends, and I click on the footage I took of us on the boat.
I stare at the screen until it's over. I double-check I've seen everything, then debate.
Stop being a pussy.
It can be for us only.
Pussy.
What am I thinking?
Time to make magic happen.
I carefully review each video, editing different parts and splitting up what Ivy says or positions she's in. Then I merge it into one video, rearranging the frames how I like them.
I spend four hours on my project and then watch it. I get hard again. I pick up my phone and text Ivy.
Me: What are you doing?
Ivy: Lying in bed thinking of you.
I groan.
Me: Are you playing with those slutty pink tits?
Ivy: Should I be?
Me: Yes, and you should play with that dirty pussy of yours.
Ivy: I prefer you to play with it.
Endorphins flood my system.
Me: I'm sending a video over. I want you to watch it and touch yourself. I'm going to watch it at the same time. Okay, baby girl?
Ivy: Okay.
The video's too large to send in a text, so I put it in a Google Drive and send her a link. I turn on the TV, press a button onmy phone, and pull up her bedroom. When it says delivered, I double-check.
Me: Did you get it?
Ivy: Yeah, I'm about to watch it.
Me: Good. After it finishes, tell me how many times you came.
