Pressing play, I prop my phone on the pillow beside me and shove my sweats and boxers down to my ankles. At the sound of that first moan, my dick swells. The fact that Jemma’s in the bathroom naked and wet makes this all the more of a turn on. I fist my cock, watching as she grins up at the camera before slipping those perfect fucking lips of hers around that dick. I can’t see him, so I just imagine it’s my cock sliding into her warm, wet mouth. The camera pans down her body, stopping on her perky little tits. I can remember exactly what they feel like in my palms—what she smells like.
