Starving

I didn't really want to feel as aroused as I did by the video and picture, but I couldn't help it. In response, I pulled my shirt off and took a picture from above with my mouth open and plenty of cleavage, my boobs held at the perfect angle by an arm under them. He responded back with another picture of his cock, from above looking down at it. "Love to blow a load in your mouth," captioned it.

I took my bra off, covering my nipples with my hands and posing in front of the mirror with my mouth open again, tongue out. He responded with a picture of his bulge in some sweatpants. "If you're hungry, come get some," was all he said. I sighed, stripping off my panties and starting to masturbate; the whole situation was hot, but I couldn't just go over there and fuck him. I had hoped he would just jack off and then I could get myself off without us meeting but he clearly wasn't interested in just that. I rubbed myself for a little while, wishing I had a vibrator or something to put inside so I could pretend but I got nowhere close to an orgasm.

Now frustrated, I considered my options. If I went, he was going to try to fuck me, which would feel good but be morally wrong. I would probably also get some **** regardless. I was horny, however, and the idea of getting fucked very very hard was appealing to say the least. I wouldn't go, I decided, but maybe Jess could. It was already kinda late, so it was now or never