𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

I had been an aching mess, but vinnie planned some stupid late night stream. i couldn't even get a proper sex session, so i settled for second best, begging to at least cockwarm him during it. i didn't feel like getting in trouble for touching myself while he was playing.
"please! all you have to do is keep your camera off, i'll be quiet, i promise!" i whined softly in a pleading tone, rubbing my thighs together. his eyebrow quirked up as he didn't say anything for a few moments.
"fine, but i don't wanna hear a single word or moan, i'll keep the camera off but the mic is staying on no matter what." he muttered while slipping his sweatpants down along with his boxers, just enough to let his pretty cock spring out.
he must've been horny for a while as well, the tip of his cock was a deep red color and it oozed the salty precum that i adored so much. i stared in awe at the man in front of me, before slipping my pajama shorts and panties down to my ankles. i kicked them off to the side while he made himself comfortable in his gaming chair.
i fist-bumped myself in my head, feeling happy to be able to at least be filled up, maybe if i was good enough, he'd fuck me raw afterwards. his large hands reached and hooked behind my plushy thighs, i hope he didn't notice the amount of slick running down them, how embarrassing.
he pulled me into his lap as i gave him a little smile. he lifted my hips and i reached down to position his cock at my weeping entrance. i was already wet enough so vinnie didn't need much prep or for me to slick him up with spit. i happily and quickly sunk down, whining softly at the stretch. no matter how many times we fucked, i still never get used to his size. i could every vein, ridge, and throb of his cock against my silky, velvet walls.
i rolled my hips forward a bit and made sure he was bottomed out. he began to adjust the computer settings so his camera remained off, he reached over to slip his headphones off.
i clung to vinnie desperately, my fingers curling into the back of his shirt. knuckles turning slightly white from how tight i was gripping, my head buried in his chest at the same time. this was torture, i couldn't even be loud. i listened to him laugh and scream at valorant, he was so calm for having his cock buried snug in my pussy.
i wanted to moan so bad, roll my hips, grind against him, anything for friction but this felt nice for now. one of his hands ghosted over my hip, then slid to my ass to give it a gentle squeeze, making me stifle a whine in my throat. the slick from cunt dripped down his cock, pooling around the base and dripping down even more to his balls. i was never gonna get a proper release like this, i looked up at him with teary eyes, a smirk playing on his plump lips, not even bothering to look down at me.
i gave a slight roll of my hips, feeling grateful for that friction, i didn't have a chance to do it again cause his hand came down to leave a harsh slap on my ass. a squeak leaving my lips as i shuddered from the euphoric feeling, my eyes slightly rolling back.
he muted himself and moved his hand up to my throat, squeezing to cut off my oxygen for a minute.
"don't even think about rolling your hips and grinding on me during this, if so, you can get the fuck off if that'swhat you're gonna do, you won't get shit later either." he huffed in annoyance.
he glared down at me while putting a bit more pressure on my neck.
"understand?" he raised his eyebrow and i could only moan out a soft yes in response.
it was gonna be a long night.