Mutual Masturbation Continued

You quickly started stroking your cock, getting closer to Sabrina and changing the angle of the camera shot until you were looking down at her, your cock in the shot as you stroked it.

“Oh, Daddy, that looks so fucking good,” Sabrina crooned and moaned. “God, I just want to taste it. Please, Daddy, can I taste your delicious Daddy Dick? Just a little, pretty please?”

“What kind of girl gets a taste?” you asked her.

“Good girls,” she whined.

“And what are you?” you asked her.

“Your needy, naughty girl,” Sabrina panted. She was getting closer, the soft degradation play starting to get to her. It took everything you had not to pull that vibrator out of her and thrust into her hard, or to shove your cock into her mouth.

She babbled a little bit, talking about your cock. How big it was, how she loved the way it stretched her out. How she dreamed about it.

Sabrina pushed herself closer and closer to an orgasm as you stroked yourself, sometimes in the frame and sometimes out.

“Are you close, naughty girl?” you asked her.

She nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy, but I’m trying to hold it for you.”

“Now that’s my good girl,” you said. “What do you need to wait for?”

“Your cum!” Sabrina whined. “Please, Daddy, please can I have your cum? I know I don’t deserve Daddy’s Dick right now, but I really, really want your cum. Please can I be a good girl now, Daddy? Pleeaaase?”

“Yes,” you hissed, and shifted your cock back into the frame as you stroked yourself to an orgasm, splattering Sabrina’s upper torso, tits, chest and neck with your cum as you tried your damndest to keep the camera still.

“Oh, yes Daddy! Yes, I’m your good girl, your good fucking girl,” Sabrina moaned, starting her own orgasm as she stuck out her tongue to catch the last little spurt. Then you panned lower, getting a closeup on her pussy as she pulled the vibrator out of her and jammed it against her clit, watching as a little gush of clear girlcum oozed out of her and her muscles clenched. The shot angle was planned - Sabrina was sitting back on a pillow so the background of the camera caught up her body, but still ended without showing more of her face than her lips.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned happily as her orgasm wore off. “Thank you.”

“That’s my good girl,” you said, raising the camera back up to show off her cum splattered body again.

She took in a deep breath, smiling widely. “And cut!”

You stopped the recording on the phone you were holding, then reached over and stopped it on both of the other phones as well.

“Fuck, that was so good, John,” Sabrina panted, looking at you with a wide grin. “Fuck, you holding that ‘good girl’ title over me was so fucking hot.”

“Just stay there, good girl ,” you smiled. “Let me get a towel for you.”

You quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a wet washcloth, coming back and sitting next to Sabrina. She hadn’t moved a muscle, still holding her legs open and basking in the feelings inside her with her eyes closed. You kissed her softly, and she responded in kind, her lips moving on yours in a sweet little makeout as you blindly began to wipe up her torso. Soon her tongue prodded your lips, and you met hers with yours, and you were making out.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling sweetly as you finally separated. “John, I-” she stopped herself.

You knew what she wanted to say. You fucking knew it. It was on your lips too, but it was so fucking wrong to say it. Or was it?

You were saying ‘I Love You’ with Gemma. That meant something.

“I know,” you said instead, and kissed her again softly. “I know.”

She hugged you, and you used that hug to pull her up and she curled into your lap. This seemed to be the most natural position for you two at this point - naked, with Sabrina sitting on your lap.

The moment ended and Sabrina stretched, causing her stomach to growl cutely and she blushed. “Guess it’s lunchtime, huh?”

“Definitely,” you chuckled.

Sabrina hopped to her feet and you watched her cute butt bounce as she walked over into the kitchenette.

“You OK with just some sandwiches?” she asked absently. “I did groceries yesterday after you gave me shit for having an empty kitchen. BLTs?”

“Sure, sounds good,” you said.

Sabrina happily hummed to herself as she started putting together the quick meal, and you sat back and watched her work. She was different here, like this, than she was at work. There she was smiling but focused, business-like but cheery. Focused. But watching her in the kitchen, bopping back and forth from cupboard to cupboard, you couldn’t help but feel like the office almost stifled her natural bubbly personality.

Then again, maybe it was just the clothes. Sabrina seemed so comfortable in her own skin that it was infectious.

Sabrina asked you about mayo, and caught you staring at her. “What?” she asked, blushing through a smile.

“Nothing,” you said, unable to keep a smile from your own lips. “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she said and turned away to finish her work. When she came back over to you, carrying both sandwiches on one plate and one large glass of milk to share, you felt like you had a moment of reverse deja vu. Like you could see a glimpse of a future where Sabrina was this adoring housewife, and you both lived in a white picket fence type of house. There was a golden retriever over in the corner panting happily, and she was early in her first pregnancy, beaming with happiness.

“John?” Sabrina asked as she slid back onto your lap, back in the apartment.

You shook your head, shaking that wild feeling. “Sorry, I just- I zoned out for a second. What was that?”

“I was saying that this would make a good scene,” Sabrina said. She sat the plate down her lap and lifted one of the sandwiches, lifting it to your lips to feed you. “You know, meme on the whole ‘go make me a sandwich’ thing. Maybe I bring you the sandwich you asked for and then I blow you while you eat it.”

You took the bite, and she turned the sandwich and took her own bite, chewing cutely. “S’good?” she asked.

Swallowing quickly, you smiled and nodded. “Very,” you said, and kissed her on the cheek. “This is all very, very good.”

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