“How should — Oh. Two fingers?” she said, following their instructions obediently.
While on all fours, she pressed her chest onto the bed and began to slowly tease the edges of her outer lips through her legs. She let out a whimper so pure and sweet it could have brought a grown man to his knees, which it almost did. Jordan winced and stroked vigorously at the sight before him, moistening his hands with the precum Mia drew from his tip. Mia prodded her fingers gently before slowly sinking them in, slathering them in a warm, thin coat of honey.
“L-like that?” she whimpered.
“Just like that,” Jordan whispered.
Wait, what the fuck am I saying? And why am I saying it out loud? he thought right after.
He silenced his thoughts because even among the music he could hear something else coming from that room. It was the series of beautiful and hastening wet sounds coming from Mia’s teasingly hidden pussy. She pressed her chest harder into the bed and began hammering herself with her fingers, losing herself and momentarily forgetting that she was doing it in front of an audience.
“Ah! Ooh! Mmm, yes! I wish my fingers were bigger. Mmm!” she squealed, pounding her fingers ferociously into her tiny, wet treat.
Mia pounded, Jordan stroked, and they did so at full force for five minutes. Mia was finally ready to cry the words that sent chills down Jordan’s spine every time he heard them.
“C-cumming!” she squealed and Jordan grunted together.
They both bucked their hips forward and released every drop of their lust. Jordan shot long streams of white batter onto the ground and wall as he held onto the windowsill for support, while Mia decorated her bedsheets in patches of her sweet juices. The two panted loudly; too loud to hear the other. When Mia’s orgasm subsided, she rolled over onto her back and giggled as she covered her face.
“That was fun,” she laughed innocently.
The show was truly over; Mia started cleaning up after herself and let’s just say Jordan did as well.
Fuck. I just came to my best friend’s daughter. But that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while. Does that make me a shitty guardian? Jordan thought.
Minutes later, while Jordan was on his way to his room, he stopped near Mia’s room door in the hallway and gazed at the doorknob. Suddenly, the door swung open and forced him to pretend he was already walking away.
“Hey! Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Mia said, tapping him on the back.
She smiled as he turned around to see her, and of course, he couldn’t resist the urge to join her.
“Yeah, couldn’t sleep,” Jordan responded.
It wasn’t a complete lie; with all that he saw it would be hard to get any sleep without his cock distracting him. The energetic girl in front of him pleased herself to an adoring crowd only moments ago. Jordan’s eyes darted over her head and into her room for a second. It was long enough for him to see that she had already changed her bedsheets and left her laptop on the bed. There was nothing questionable on the laptop, except there was a window open with the control panel for Mia’s camgirl account. He registered her username in his head within an instant.