Please, she types. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock stretching me open. Please, I’m yours. Take me. She continues to type. But you won’t. Not yet. You’re waiting for . . . them. They haven’t arrived yet. Who are they? I prompt. The others, she finally types. The ones who watch. You want to be watched as I fuck you. Yes. More than anything. How many others? I type. A roomful, she responds quickly. I want everyone to see my pussy as you spread me.
