“I’m close,” I pant. “Get your cock out. Come with me.” He groans again. I can’t even see him at this angle, but I can hear him, I can hear his want for me. “Do you have a vibe? Not that tentacle thing. You’re not using that unless I’m there to hold it for you.” I gasp, my fingers stilling inside me. “He told you about that?” “Of course, he told me,” he says with a low laugh. “But can we not talk about Cay while I’ve got my hand on my dick? Get a vibrator. I wanna watch you ride a toy and pretend its me.”
