His Naughty Video Drove Me Wild : He came so I could.

We were laying side by side in bed, both only partially clothed. We were spending some much-needed time together, absentmindedly stroking each other’s thighs and other exposed body parts as we talked about the past few days’ events. I thought nothing of it when my man retrieved his phone and unlocked it, continuing to chatter away until I felt him shift to lay on his side.
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
I adjusted myself so that I was laying on my back and looked up at the screen he was holding over my face. His thick, delicious cock filled the screen, and his hand was slowly stroking it. I heard his voice come from the speaker and ask me, “Do you want to watch me cum, baby?”
Looking up at him, my lips parted as if naturally craving that cock to enter my throat, I asked, “This is for me?”
“It is. Here, take the phone, and touch yourself. Let me watch you.”
Biting my silky, full lower lip seductively, I nodded and slipped my hands beneath my black lounge pants. My fingers found my clit and I started to slowly stroke it up and down as my eyes fixated on the screen. In the video, my man was starting to speed up the process of jerking himself off for me, but not too much yet — his moans were creating a quicker flooding sensation than I’d expected, but I didn’t mind. I used my own fluids to slicken my swelling nub, my two fingers swirling just barely inside my entrance to collect my nectar. I was enjoying the gushing pleasure I was experiencing from hearing and seeing him enjoy himself on a permanently recorded clip on his phone. It was a unique way to masturbate together, while he merely watched me, which was turning me on even more.
I glanced down to see he was getting hard, his thick cock raising to point at me as if begging me to touch. Even though my hand was busy rubbing myself into an orgasm because of his, I wanted to feel him as well — my hand holding the phone reached out to drop it into his, and quickly sought to grasp the tip of his cock. A hiss of surprised pleasure escaped his lips, making my clit throb and twitch under my touch. All I wanted to do was fucking explode and now I was going to get to, thanks to my man having his cock in my face (on a screen) and my hand. It was so fucking sexy to be surrounded by his phallus in this way, I couldn’t help but moan out, “God, yes, I want your cock fucking everywhere.”
The verbalization of my enjoyment only made my clit burn with enhanced excitement, ready to absolutely shred itself into a million pieces for the sake of the pleasure I took from holding my man’s fat fucking rod while masturbating to the video of him jerking it off. I tugged on his cock through his pants, eventually feeling him yank them off one-handed and breaking my contact until I could reconnect to his warm flesh. This was so much better, fuck, I loved it.
The video cock started to be jerked harder and faster, my man’s moans from the video growing louder and more desperate. In turn, it made me flick my clit even faster while I jerked on my man’s cock. He started to moan under what he loved to call my “rose petal touch” at the same time he moaned louder in his video, and that was when I lost all of my self-control.
My thighs clenched, my head flung back on the pillow, and I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Oh my GOD, holy FUCKING SHIT, I’m cumming! OH, GOD!”
Surely I was going to literally explode. The pleasure in my clit was so fucking incredible; it was burning, pulsing, pushing fluid from my slit, drenching and drowning my ass, and I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocating on my orgasm, the intensity only allowing strangled chokes to come from my throat in pathetic little noises. I fought through the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm and managed to tell my man, “Oh my god, oh my god, this is too much, fucking shit this is too much!”
“No it’s not,” he panted back at me. “I’m about to cum, please don’t fucking stop baby!”
I screamed in response, jerking him as hard as I could, the phone having been dropped at some point but blasting the sound of my man’s orgasm as well. I was cumming while he was cumming, and my man was about to cum again.
Continuing my fast and furious pace, I begged my man, “Look at me, please, look at me!” He turned and locked eyes with me. “Please fucking cum, cum in my fucking hand!”
He roared with passion, power, and pleasure as his tip erupted with a thick spurt of his fluids. I pulled my hand from my pussy so I could throw myself down to his exploding cock and opened my mouth, hoping to catch a taste of him, and felt a ripple of pleasure run through my flesh when his salty warmth connected with my tongue four times in a row. I moaned out a long “mmm” when I closed my lips to taste and enjoy his flavor.
I fell flat back on the bed after satisfying my craving for his cum and laid spreadeagled for a moment, coming down from the absolute high of cumming to his video and his real cock right in my hand. There was something sexually blissful about having his cum digitally and physically at the same time — I appreciated his dick more at that moment than I ever had.
He looked over at me and I smiled brightly.
“Thank you. That was fucking delicious.”
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