Someone familiar sliding in her DM

'None of that was accidental.' The message from Dave stared at her. After she had removed her live recording she went into her DMs, her unsolicited requests had filled up with about a hundred or so dick pics. He was in her regular inbox though. The preview of the message just staring at her.

Olivia opened the message and wondered what to send back. They had been very open about this last night, 'I just needed the attention.'

'What on Earth would you need that kind of attention for?' Dave was pretty quick on his responses.

'It makes the orgasm so much better.' Olivia gasped as she hit sent, she couldn't believe she had just sent that. Her head flushed, her heart drummed in her chest. What the hell did she do that for? How would he respond.

It took a long time before Dave responded, but he was equally open and honest, 'Well. That just gave me an instant hard-on'

'You better be jerking off.' Olivia pushed herself up from the bed and slumped in her bean bag chair in the corner. Still dressed in her wet black shorts and her sheer white tank-top.

Dave didn't respond.

'Slide your cock through your hand. Make it wet with your spit. Imagine it's my mouth around your shaft.' Olivia's hand was trembling from the instructions she was giving him.

Dave was typing, then stopped, then typing again. It went back and forth a couple of times. 'Do you want to see?'