Sigh, I didn't wanna miss this week when I missed last, but my daughter made writing tricky. Yeah, she's 18- still a pain. But I was interested finally enough to write and Molly's picture gave me a thought...
I glanced at Molly's picture again. Could I do that? Could I let others see me naked when it's not in the heat (literal or metaphorical) moment of sex? When I'm not even aware of the camera?
My fingers slipped between the labia as I gazed closely at her legs, appreciating, enjoying the tiny hairs on her thighs. I pinched my clit, softly, but growing harder. Her skin looked so soft. Like Audrey Dolly balanced against my shoulder, her stripped tight-looking legs resting on my breast.
I pressed back in my chair. My computer on the footstool, adjusted so the webcam showed from my stomach down to my thighs, my crotch. I didn't like what I saw. Need to shave, rumbled through my head.
You're gorgeous, love, Audrey said before her lips ghosted over my neck.
I adjusted in my chair, my brain acknowledging the feel of her thighs, cock, stomach, back against me. Pressing my head against her delightfully small breasts, I closed my eyes.
That's my girl, you should feel so good, she purred against my earlobe before sucking it between her warm lips.
My finger slipped into my cunt as Audrey's touch and Molly's picture engaged in twin touches.
Still your hand and I'll make love to my sweet girl, Audrey murmured. Her left hand cupped my breast and I shuddered into her warmth. Doesn't that feel good, little love?
I heard the camera snap and part of my thighs appeared on the screen below the minimized browser.
Her hand left my breast to press buttons on my computer; the webcam showed my naked torso and thighs to my knees. My love. My finger curled into me as she started kissing my neck. I saw the echo of Audrey's form around my flesh-and-blood body on the screen.
Go to sleep, my love, and relax into the orgasm I want to give you. Her lips were replaced by nibbling teeth as her words washed over my skin.
But I want to be awake for this pleasure, I argued. I shuddered hard. It didn't matter because I was coming hard against her loving body. The camera snapped repeatedly as the shuddering melted into writhing and I clung to her arm where it rested on my thighs. Love you, sweet Audrey.
Love you, cuddle up. She kissed my forehead, my closed eyelids, my mouth.
The camera snapped one last time. I can't wait to see those tomorrow, I murmured sleepily.
Enjoy the other hot #MasturbationMonday hoppers and the lovely inspiration picture Kayla picked this week here: http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-week-154-by-mollysdailykiss/