She reclines on the bed, hips hitched high, revealing the crimson thong barely covering her dripping slit. Her fingers dance across her flat stomach, teasing the curve of her breasts as she gazes at the computer screen with half-lidded eyes. The soft glow casts shadows on her face, accentuating the gloss of her parted lips.
fuck me through the screen she said Without words.
He types, the keys clacking in the silence of the night. His thumbs fly over the touchpad, painting a vivid picture of his longing as he recounts the desire pooling in his groin. “Your heat seeps into my bones, a molten core driving me to reach out and touch. I yearn to part those plush thighs, to lose myself in your slick heat.” Reach out and fuck me through the screen.
She reads his words, a soft moan escaping as her hand slips under the thong. Two fingers sink into her clenching channel, pumping in time with his digital caresses. “Oh, to be impaled on your rigid cock, stretched to the brink by your unyielding thrusts… to feel you pulse deep within me, claiming me as your own.”
The screen flickers as he leans back, jeans straining around his stiffening member. “My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you, of drawing your nectar onto my tongue and savoring your essences.” He reaches for his phone, capturing the rigid length as it throbs in his grip. “I stroke myself in rhythm with your words, picturing you writhing beneath me, a wanton creature lost in the haze of our desire.”
She types feverishly, lost in the fantasy unfolding between them. “Sweep me up in your arms, carry me to the bed, and ravage me with your lips, your teeth, your tongue.” Her other hand joins the first, fingers plunging deep as she reads his next confession. “The bed creaks in protest as I ravage your welcoming body, my hips pistoning, seeking that sweet spot, the one that makes you scream my name.”
a sensual symphony building in intensity, each sentence more provocative than the last. The room grows warmer, heavy with the heady scent of arousal as they lose themselves in the digital dance of lust, their bodies aching for the release only physical contact can provide. And yet, they continue – their fingers moving, their sentences flowing – tantalizing each other with the promise of the ultimate union.