[No, no. He hasn't come yet, but his stomach is tight with need. Grows tighter as he watches the video she sends with rapt attention, how that buzzing dims as it clearly goes inside her, and he lets loose a small whine as he grips his cock, head hitting the pillow underneath him.
He wants that to be him.
He's never been so jealous before. Is that it? Is that part of the allure of this? To be so insanely worked up with nothing but his hand for company? He's really not sure he likes it, but maybe he's doing it wrong. Maybe he should have gotten a toy for himself so he could match her, even if he doubts that anything could ever be as good as her. He huffs out a breath, squeezes his poor, neglected cock a little more to try and ease just how stupidly hard he is.
It doesn't really work.]
Is it as good as me? Does it fill you up the same way I can?
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[No, no. He hasn't come yet, but his stomach is tight with need. Grows tighter as he watches the video she sends with rapt attention, how that buzzing dims as it clearly goes inside her, and he lets loose a small whine as he grips his cock, head hitting the pillow underneath him.
He wants that to be him.
He's never been so jealous before. Is that it? Is that part of the allure of this? To be so insanely worked up with nothing but his hand for company? He's really not sure he likes it, but maybe he's doing it wrong. Maybe he should have gotten a toy for himself so he could match her, even if he doubts that anything could ever be as good as her. He huffs out a breath, squeezes his poor, neglected cock a little more to try and ease just how stupidly hard he is.
It doesn't really work.]
Is it as good as me? Does it fill you up the same way I can?