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"Aww," I say. It's so sweet that Quintin is taking care of his parents, but I don't have time to really enjoy him sharing this secret because I'm already fisting my pillow as an orgasm builds inside me.

"Yes, right there," I moan, reaching beneath the blankets and into my jeans to work my clit as the first orgasm rips through my body.

"Pull back those covers and take off your jeans," says Lionel. "Quintin told you something personal, now we want to see how wet your panties are."

Throwing back Ethan's covers, I shimmy down my jeans, kicking them over the side of the bed. It's a little challenging because my hands feel weaker with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and I need to grip both the phone and my jeans. But they want to see the whole thing, and I did make a deal with them.

"Pan the camera down so we can see the wet spot," groans Helix.

"You pan yours down first." I can see the motion of their arms and the flexing of their tendons but nothing else. If they're touching themselves, I want to see each stroke of their hard cocks and remember the times I've stroked them myself. Or tasted their cocks. Or the times they've suck into my room late at night for a quick fuck or a 69.

"Tell us something about you," counters Lionel.

I'm feeling generous in the wake of my orgasm, so I decide to open up a little more than I'd initially intended to. "My parents think I'm living my dream in the city, but I only have three friends here. I really only hang out with one of them, and I'm not sure she always likes me." Maybe that's a bit too honest, but it's something that's been on my mind lately.

"We're your friends," Miles protests. "We love having you around, and we like you."

I raise an eyebrow. Sure, they love fucking me, but if there's anything else they like about me, I have no idea what it is. And if they do actually like having me around, I don't want to hear it right now. We're having fun, and if they start being sweet, I might start crying. Which would be the exact opposite of fun.

"I told you something, now drop your pants for me," I say instead.

"Yes, ma'am." Helix immediately shimmies down his sweatpants one-handed. He's not even wearing boxers.

In every square on my phone, I'm gifted with the sight of a hard cock being stroked by one of my boyfriends. It's truly a beautiful sight, and they're hard just for me. If they were here, they would take turns fucking me, but right now I get to watch them pleasure themselves to the sight of me.

"Now the wet spot," says Quintin.

Slowly I sit up a bit and spread my thighs so I can pan the camera down over my panties. I'd be embarrassed about how wet they are right now, but they're the ones in charge ofthe egg's remote and this was their whole goal. Besides, they've already seen me squirt, and they keep coming back for more. I'm beginning to realize that I shouldn't be embarrassed about letting them know how wet they get me.

"That's fucking gorgeous," says Lionel.

"I wish I could taste it right now," says Helix, tugging his cock so hard it almost looks painful.

"Now take them off," says Quintin. "I miss your pink pussy so much."

"You got to fuck her last right before we left," says Miles. "If anything, I miss Clarissa's pussy the most."

Laying back on Ethan's pillow, I can't help but chuckle as my boyfriends argue over who misses my pussy the most. The only thing missing from this moment is Ethan. I'm in his bed and surrounded by his things, but I still wish he were here.

"I used to steal my aunt's sewing pattern magazines and masturbate to them when I was young," announces Lionel. "Now show us your pussy."

Propping the phone up against the folded-over comforter, I hook my thumbs into each side of my panties and slide them down.

"That's fucking gorgeous," repeats Lionel, stroking his cock, then rubbing his palm over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum down his shaft.

"And you're still wearing your little toy," says Helix, eyes focused on the screen as he continues to jerk himself off.

Using two fingers, I spread my pussy lips a little so they can see the ring of the egg that I'll use later to pull it out.

"I'm not sure I'd call it little," I say, "but compared to your cocks, I suppose you're right."

"Don't worry, we'll give you all of our cocks when we get home," promises Quintin.

"But we can still make you feel good from here," assures Helix.

The egg begins to vibrate again at a constant buzz, and I forget my earlier annoyance at it as I writhe in ecstasy and watch my boyfriends stroke themselves faster at the sight.

Chapter Twenty

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