Let it wander

Ethan lets his hand wander. It slips under the covers, quickly finding itself going south.

On the screen, Heather's hand also ventures downward, brushing along her fiery bush. "Been a little while... Hope you don't mind, but big girls have some hair down here." She plays with her pubs slightly. "But I promise I'm just as sweet as ever."

Ethan feels his fingers brush against his hardened prick. Slowly, he lets them wrap around it, feeling his shaft pulsating.

Heather's fingers move past her bush, heading towards her hidden pussy. "Ohhhh, hnnnn..." Ethan watches her fingers slip from sight, "Fuck... I feel so tight. Perfect for a nice fat cock."

Ethan's wrist starts pumping slowly, stroking himself.

"Hnnn," Heather's fingers slip in and out of herself, moaning softly off camera. "I'm so wet. You did this you know... Hope you're going to step up and do something about it."

Stroking faster, Ethan sighs. He wishes he could do something about it all right, but all he can do is play with himself.

Heather's fingers slip in further, her voice cracking slightly. "Oh... This pussy belongs to you, you know that right?"

"Hmmm," Ethan almost murmurs in agreement, forgetting for a split second he's looking at his phone and not at Heather. His cock is throbbing in his hand, the sound of Heather's voice making it swell. It clearly misses her.

"Oh. Oohhh," Heather shivers, the camera going off kilter. Her tits take up more of the picture now, but Ethan doesn't mind the change. Her ample chest is rising and falling fast, giving him something nice to look at. "Hnnnn, I need you to fuck my pussy. Your pussy. I need your cock, Ethan..."

Chewing his lip slightly, Ethan feels a quiver running up his spine. His hand is working overtime how. A tension in his balls starts to build, and Ethan realizes he's past the point of no return a few strokes too late.

"F-Fuck," he drops the phone, quickly throwing off the covers, and shifting his hand towards his swollen cockhead. Groaning slightly, he unloads into his palm, catching as much of it as he can. It runs down his wrist, warm against his skin, but a flood of dopamine in his brain makes it hard to care.

"Hnnnn, please fuck me. Please..." Ethan hears the video still playing. Glancing over, he watches the last few moments, the video awkwardly cutting out as Heather's breathing becomes too ragged to form words.

Sighing, he looks at his cum soaked hand and frowns, coming down from his high enough to regret not getting a tissue.

As he cleans up, Ethan's phone beeps, and only after quickly washing his hands does he check it.

H: That prove it to you.

E: Hmmmm, I guess...

H: >:O

E: Lol. You made your point...

H: Good.

H: Glad you liked it ;p

E: How do you know I liked it.

H: Ethan.

H: Plz.

Ethan rolls his eyes.

H: I gotta crash tho. I work in the morning.

H: Cya tomorrow. Night night <3

E: Night.

Ethan sighs, setting down his phone. What just happened was a lot. Less than had been happening to him recently, but still a lot. It certainly sent Heather a message, and now Ethan felt a pang of hesitation. She was coming to visit tomorrow evening and staying for a few days. Heather wasn't from Green Valley. She wasn't part of the madness. Ethan felt deep in his belly that the ways things were going...

He might need to choose between her, and everything, perhaps everyone, else. Ethan wasn't completely sure he was willing to do that... Not yet at least.