Double check the spycam

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//recorded spycam masturbation in Pika suit

{elseif FINAL = true}

I scramble to check the spycam feed.

Tonya is still in the yellow swimsuit and in her chair, now rolled back farther back from the desk. It is rotated halfway toward her bed so I can see her from a forty-five degree angle. My heart thumps when I realize both of her hands are tucked inside of her suit, gently massaging her breasts. Her pale legs slowly open and close to their own rhythm.

“Well, well, well... somebody liked talking about fantasies. Show me how you like it, Tonya.” I activate the record feature.

She rests her head back and, judging by the way her suit moves, she is tweaking her nipples under it. She spends several minutes, enjoying quality time with her breasts, focused on alternating between massaging and tweaking. She eventually stops long enough to pull the shoulder straps down and peel the top of the suit to her waist.

“Fuck yes.” I stroke myself more enthusiastically as my erection gets even harder at the sight of her bare chest, begging me to feel how soft and smooth they are.

She swivels a few more degrees away from me, almost to side-on. Her nipples look absolutely rigid in profile. She gives them a nice tug and takes a deep breath.

“There you go...”

Tonya slides a hand down her chest. It comes to rest between her legs and lingers there, still for a moment. She slouches down into the chair and spreads her thighs wider as the jut out farther. Her hand rises and falls several times. Frustratingly, everything that is happening between her legs is out of my line of sight because of her angle.

“Come on, Tonya, turn toward me. Come on...”

Tonya bites her lip and massages her bare breast with her other hand. Whatever she is doing down below is apparently feeling very good. Her eyebrows tilt above her closed eyes.

I stand in front of the laptop, imagining being in the room with her, standing before her, feeling my balls tighten as I prepare to blow my load all over my naughty little swimmer.

“Turn to me, baby... Turn!” I beg. Since willing it to happen isn’t working, I grab my phone to tell her directly.

Warren: FYI I am jacking off thinking about your sexy bod.

I send it with a picture of my dick in hand, only remembering at the last second to not have my laptop with spycam feed in the background. That would have been bad.

Tonya’s phone must have chimed because she turns her head back toward the camera, face looking flush and eyes a little distant. She swivels a little, craning her neck, then a little more. I can finally see her legs open toward me, her fingers pressing down firmly into her cameltoe, working the fabric of the swimsuit deeper into her folds. She keeps rubbing while she leans forward and grabs something from her desk.

I start jacking harder as she leans back in her chair and reads my text. She grins, and starts to type with her free thumb. Her eyelids droop as she rubs her clit faster for a few seconds, then slows back down and resumes typing. She sets the phone down on the edge of the desk and brings both hands to her snatch.

Tonya: You just can’t control yourself around me, huh?

“Look who’s talking. Go on, beat that clit for me.”

Tonya has the gusset of her swimsuit pulled firmly upward with a tight fist while the other hand is pressing it into her pussy. The narrow gusset is bunching up and more of her labia show on either side. I see a flash of reflected light and realize her lips are glistening.

I prepare to blow my load soon, but hold out for more. She squirms about, sliding to almost horizontal. Her pelvis juts out toward me as her legs tense up. A knee spasms upward, then she squeezes her legs together as she convulses with pleasure, dropping to the floor.

Just as I am about to cum...

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}