Page 63 of Fake Love

“Then touch yourself. Touch that pretty pussy of yours while you imagine me doing to you what the guy in the video is doing.”

I pull away from her to see if she does as I say and she does. Her right hand moves down from her breast and moves down her body until it lands on her covered pussy.

She strokes herself through the fabric, every one of her movements methodical.

“Does it feel good, baby? Does my tongue feel good against your pussy? Does it make you want to pull at my hair like she’s doing to him?”

She nods against me. “Yes, it feels so good.”

“Do you want me to slide my tongue against your slit until I reach your entrance and fuck you with your tongue?” I ask, my hand twitching to touch her but I keep it in place.

“I want that so much, Maddox.”

“I know, baby. I know you want it. I want it too, but we can’t. That’s why you have to do as I say and fuck yourself just for me to see.”

Jen shudders, her head getting thrown slightly back as she continues to slide her hand against the fabric.

Not being able to take it any more, I push down my briefs and let my cock spring out. My shift must have been something that Jen notices because she shifts slightly so she can watch what I’m doing.

I grip myself tightly, moving my hand against the taut skin, getting harder by the minute.

“If only it was my hand on that cock instead of yours.” Jen says, her hips moving against my thigh.

“If only. Would you take it in your mouth?”

She nods, her blonde hair all over the place. “I would. I would take it until it reached the back of my throat.”

Fuck that picture. Why did we have to make such stupid rules?

“Are wet just thinking about sucking me dry?” I say, looking down and watching her fingers move faster.

“I am. Do you want to see?” Her eyes are filled with lust that I find myself nodding just by looking into them.

Jen shifts her panties to the side and runs her hand against her bare pussy. After she gives herself a few good passes, she brings her hand up for me to inspect.

“See?”

Her fingers are glistening. I would just have to move a few inches forward and her fingers would be in my mouth.

I could taste her right this second, but I think of something better for right now.

“Clean them off for me. Take your fingers in your mouth and taste yourself. Pretend it's me cleaning them clean.”

She does as she’s told, closing her eyes in the process and letting out a sweet moan.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to taste some part of her.

“I like that you do what you’re told. Dirty girl. Now play with yourself again and kiss me. I need to fucking taste you.”

That’s when her eyes pop up and with a sexy grin she does what she is told and places her mouth against mine.

My tongue wastes no time getting into her mouth and getting the last traces of her arousal off her tongue.

I stroke myself faster when I get the small taste that I’m looking for. It's a small taste but it's enough to get me solid as a rock.

Jen must be feeling the same effects because she lets out moan after moan into my mouth as she continues to play with herself.

She bucks against me and even with the minimal contact that we have, I know that she’s close.

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