Seth:Three times
Molly:You counted
Seth:Fuck yeah I counted
Seth:Still think about you when I jerk off
Seth:All beautiful and wet and whimpering my name
Molly:Do i make you come?
Seth:So fucking fast
Seth:Except when I edge it out so I can think about you longer
Molly:How hard are you right now?
Seth:So. Fucking. Hard.
Molly:Prove it
I’m stone-cold sober but I feel drunk. I open my jeans. Pull them off. My dick is already poking out of my boxer briefs, wet at the tip. I position myself so that she gets a little bit of my abs along with my cock, because I’m a generous man.
I take a moment to switch to black-and-white mode before snapping a pic, because I was not lying about being classy when distributing homemade pornography.
I hit send.
Molly:Fuck
Molly:I want to watch you touch it
I literally throb at the loins. Jesus Christ.
I’ve never sent avideobefore.
But I want to.
I’m going to.
And I want something in return.
Seth:I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
Molly:Deal
I prop my phone up against my laptop and fumble a bit with it until I get a reasonably flattering angle. And then I go for it. I’m thinking of her touching herself while thinking of me, and it takes about one minute to come all over myself.
A lot.
At length.
It is fucking obscene. I’ve never sent anyone anything like this in my life, and my heart is pounding at the idea of her watching it.
But, yeah. I really fucking want her to.
I drag the file into the messenger app, triple check I’m sending it to the right person, and hit send.
The preview of it lands in the box and I’m so turned on by the fact thatshe’s going to see it that I know I’m going to have to make myself come again in a matter of minutes so I don’t die of lust.
