Hell yeah! She NEEDS to see

'yes please.' Olivia wanted to shout it out, wanted him to come over and stand in front of her to show her. That wasn't something she was ready to admit though.

After about half a minute there was a video call coming in and she instantly answered, leaning back in the beanbag, making sure only her face was showing, not the hard nipples in her white sheer shirt or the wet spot in her black shorts.

Dave's face wasn't showing. He was in a dimly lit room, the camera slightly to his side and his erection proudly standing against the soft yellow light from his desk lamp. His cockhead was glistening with precum dribbling down his shaft.

There was a moment of silence where Olivia just stared at what he was showing her. Then she dared to speak up; "I thought I told you to stroke..."

No audible response, but the cock was suddenly wrapped by his hand. It slid up and down the entire length of the shaft. He shivered a bit at his own touch.

"That's it. Slowly. No need to rush things." Olivia whispered into the phone's open connection.

Clearly there was a lot of tension pent up in Dave, he twisted and turned against his own touch and couldn't help but let out a moan. Olivia licked her lips at the sight and felt herself warm up again.

"Where you touching yourself when you saw my breast?"

"Hmh."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Hmh."

"Show me how much you liked it."

"Hmh!" The breathing was getting heavier and the motions around his cock more irregular. He clearly wanted this moment to last but wasn't able to hold back against the lust. A few fell strokes later and his cock-head exploded with cum, shooting out of frame. A stifled moan accompanied the release. "Fuck, Olivia, you're insane."