Send.
I wait in anticipation, but after three minutes go by, I begin to worry. What if it was too much for her? What if she wasn’t ready for it?
Jenna:confession time…
Weston:confession?
Jenna:I have no idea what I should say or how to say it.
Weston:Let me lead then. What are you thinking about?
Jenna:seriously…that sounds a lot like forcing me to lead
Weston:Fine. Do you want to know which part of you I’d like to kiss first?
Jenna:yes…
Weston:Those sexy red lips of yours. I’m hard just thinking about it, the way you moaned when our mouths met.
There’s no reply, but I know this is difficult for her, so I decide to go with very simple questions.
Weston:did you like my hands on you
Jenna:…yes…
Weston:did I make you wet
Jenna:…yes…
Weston:I want you to touch your pussy. Can you do that for me?
She doesn’t reply, but I know Jenna, and I know she’s doing exactly what I’m telling her to do, and it has me so turned, I’m leaking pre-cum in my boxers.
Weston:I want to come over there right now and watch you touch yourself.
Jenna:Just watch?
Weston:At first. I want to see how you turn yourself on. I’m hard just thinking about it.
It’s the truth. I don’t often masturbate. I’d rather feel the heat of a woman than my calloused hands on my cock. But just thinking of Jenna touching herself has me lotioning up.
And damn, typing with one thumb is hard.
Weston:After I learn what turns on you, I’m going to replace your hand with my mouth. How does that sound?
Jenna:amazing…
Weston:I can’t wait to taste you. I wanted to the other day. Your scent was driving me wild.
Jenna:I’m so fucking wet
Not bad, Rosie.I grin, thrilled that it’s me that’s coaxing her out of her shell.
Weston:Have you ever had a man lick your pussy before.
Jenna:no
I blink in surprise. What sane man would pass that up with Jenna Savage? I don’t want to make her feel self-conscious, though.