Sexting (Carrie Focus)

Carrie settles on her sofa for the evening. She'd picked out a nice outfit for the occasion. A black lace bra and panty set with matching garterbelt and heels. She knows that boys went wild for this kind of look. How would David be able to resist her?

But, before she could start, a message pops up on her phone from you.

<The amusement park was a fun idea. Though maybe a bit childish. Haha.>

<Goodnight, Carrie. I love you.>

She smirks to herself. If you knew what she was doing right now, you'd lose your damn mind. It would be delicious. Without replying to you, she puts the camera into focus. Snap. A little thrill goes up her spine as she went to her chat with David and clicked send.

<I've had such a stressful weekend. I was thinking about doing something to take the edge off. Any suggestions?"

Next comes a moment of waiting. She rubs her thighs together. David clearly saw the message fast. The typing bubble quickly appeared in chat.

<Edge, huh?> He says. <You're a real slut, you know that Carrie?>

She bites her lip. That kind of dirty talk was definitely something new. She wasn't sure if she liked it yet. It was hot and all, but a little degrading.

<So what if I am?> She sends back.

Her hand trails over her thigh slowly. Should she send him another picture? Or did the first one do its job? Would he touch himself too?

Her phone dings.

<Then you should fuck yourself...but right when you're about to cum, you should stop for the night.>

She tilts her head.

<Why stop before cumming? Not sure how that would help a stressful weekend. Hehe> She sends. Did he send that because she wasn't sexy to him. <Besides, wouldn't you rather picture me, laying on my sofa, just moaning and fucking myself while thinking about you?>

Carrie doesn't have to wait long for answer. Not that it helps to clear up her confusion.

<You should stop because I said so.>

Her eyes roll up. David and his weird chauvinism. Her hand slips into her panties and soon she's on the way to orgasm. Of course, she snaps a few more shots to help David with visualization. It's the polite thing to.

It doesn't take long before she's on the brink of cumming. Her legs kick and squirm and her mouth uncontrollably forms moans. Then her phone dings again.

<Remember. Stop before you cum.>

Without thinking, she pulled her hand from her panties. Without the stimulation, her hips buck a few times, looking for something to grind against. But, within seconds any hope of release recedes.

She looks unblinking at her hand. It glimmers with her juices...

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