“Are you still naked?” He murmured, purring the words to her.
“Yes.” He could practically hear her blush, but he knew she wasn’t embarrassed. Not by this, and not by him.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m on the porch swing.”
“Naked? What a little show off.”
It wasn’t a dig, though. He was happy about this, and he was pleased with her. He liked that she wanted to show off a little bit. He liked that she was so sexual and playful and fun.
“Too bad there’s nobody here to see me,” she murmured.
“Would you like to give someone a show?” He chuckled, unbuttoning his jeans. He was already starting to get hard from their banter. He loved knowing she was sitting on the porch: wanton with her legs spread. He had been with her so much over the last few days that it wasn’t hard to imagine how she looked.
He knew how she looked.
Perfect.
He started stroking his cock as he thought about her touching herself there on the porch.
“Tell me how you look,” he said.
“My legs are spread, and I’m rubbing my breasts,” she told him.
“How do those sexy tits feel, princess?”
“Good,” she murmured. “I wish you were touching me.”
“Soon,” he growled. “Pinch your nipples.”
She moaned a little, and he knew she was doing it. Good. He loved that. He liked this. He enjoyed knowing exactly how she was touching herself and he appreciated that she knew exactly what it took to get herself off and make herself come apart.
That was a problem a lot of people seemed to have: they didn’t know.
They didn’t know how to come, how to touch themselves. Luna didn’t have this problem. Luna just went for it.
“Are you touching your pussy?” He asked.
“No.”
“Rub it for me, princess. I want to hear you touching yourself.”
“That’s hot,” she groaned, and he knew she was doing it.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m rubbing my clit with one finger…okay, now two…I’m rubbing myself in little circles, but I’m imagining it’s your tongue there.”
“Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?” He asked.
He was already close, and he’d barely started touching himself. Luna was having a wild effect on him, but he wasn’t going to complain. He loved it. He loved what she was doing to him and how incredible she made him feel.
“I’m really close,” she said.
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. I’ll come for you, too, but not until I hear you groaning.”
And then she did.