“Okay, that’s enough…” Jordan whispered to himself. What an odd thing to say to himself, considering he didn’t even try to stop. “I need to stop. I need to stop right now. I’m a grown-ass man and that’s my best friend’s…”
Like Mia usually did, she cut off Jordan’s words, but this time with a sound of pleasure that rushed deep into Jordan’s ears, through his spine and down to his cock.
“Mmm!” Mia moaned, pinching her nipples, pulling them until they snapped back into place with an earthshattering jiggle. “You get what you pay for boys. You’ve been so good to me tonight. What’s that? Mmm — you wanna touch them? Sorry, saving it for them for someone. But if he were to touch them… Oh, I’d love that,” Mia squealed, falling onto her back, frantically twisting and pulling at the nipple of her right breast and squeezing a handful of her left. “I wish people would — oh, fuck — appreciate me like you guys do.”
If only you knew, Jordan thought.
Mia writhed, squirmed, tossed and turned. Jordan was done putting up with any form of resistance. He had never unzipped his pants so fast in his entire life. In his haste, he let his cock roll out and hit the wall. It wasn’t long before he had his hands wrapped around the large tool, stroking in rhythm to Mia’s moans.
“Fuck. What am I? A teenager?” he mumbled, resenting himself for feeling any form of attraction for a girl more than ten years younger than him.
Despite his bickering, he began to thoroughly enjoy the sight. It had been a while since the thick, vein textured tool in his hand was put to any use.
“I’m cumming! Guys! Boys! I’m cumming!” she squealed.
“From just your tits?” Jordan whispered.
“Ah! Fuck! Yes!” she squealed, covering her mouth so that Jordan, who she thought was inside, wouldn’t hear her cumming in front of dozens of men she had never met before.
The speckles of sweat on her stomach and chest dazzled in the ceiling light. She writhed in ecstasy and thrust her hips into the air, holding that position as vibrations ran through her body for half a minute. A dark spot of liquid began to spread along the crotch of her shorts.
“That’s right…” Jordan groaned as he watched an exhausted Mia fall flat on the bed.
Her legs spread wide but loosely as she unexpectedly showed her shorts, soaked down the middle, to the entire world. She sat up and smiled, then crawled toward the edge of the bed once more. The aftermath of her orgasm left her floral-patterned bedsheets in an uneven mess. Jordan hadn’t noticed since he was obviously much more focused on the beauty before him, but the portion of Mia’s room visible to the webcam was much cleaner than the rest. A model probably wouldn’t be as enticing in front of peeling wallpaper.
“You know how sensitive my breasts are, don’t you?” Mia laughed toward the cam. Her plump, yet firm thighs were still trembling as the bottom of her shorts pinched the flesh. “Sorry, got a bit carried away there, huh? It would be nice if someone could do that for me,” she said with a genuinely pouty face. “Well, that’s all for tonight guys. I’m sorry. I have school tomorrow. Yeah, I know right?” Mia rolled her eyes as she waved at the screen.