Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

I knew you were a camgirl. I knew, I watched, and I’m willing to bet I’m your best customer.”

There’s something about a woman five years younger than me calling me a good boy that has me torn between finding enough rope to wrangle the moon for her or using that same rope to bind her and prove I’m neither good nor a boy.

“Will you lick a scream out of me while I come on your mouth?”

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. Holy fuck, look at you taking it. So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a tight, perfect throat.”

“I’m never going to sit back and relax when your dick is involved.” Pointedly, she thrusts her hips upwards, pressing her pussy against my chest. “I’ll take your cock. Raw. Uncovered. I’ll take your cum. I want your cum. On me. Inside of me. Are you going to give me what I want? You promised me. If I ask you, you’ll give me what I want. That’s what you said.”

“So good. You know it too, Valeria. You know your body is fuckable. Breedable.” I kiss her scantily-covered mound, feeling traces of her arousal already on her lips. “Tell me you want me to fill that pussy and I’ll do it. I promise.”