Harry would rather die than look away from his computer screen right now.
The woman's fingers gripped her vibrator, and Harry could almost feel those fingers around his cock. He could almost feel the velvety warmth of her pussy, almost hear her moaning his name.
Just the thought of this woman moaning his name almost made him cum right then, but he knew he had to hold back if he was going to last until the end of her stream.
After a few minutes, she pulled the vibrator away from her clit, and Harry almost whimpered. He frowned as she reached over, to a shelf or drawer that was off-screen, and pulled out a ball gag.
Fuck.
"I know how much you adore hearing me moan for you," Harry whined, he did, he really, really did, "but I just moved into a new place and I don't want to piss my neighbors off just yet. Maybe next time." She smirked, wrapping the gag around her head and fixing the ball between her teeth. Harry groaned as she turned the toy back on and began running it over her body. Down her chest, around her breasts, along her stomach, and finally, finally, right on her clit. The contact made her jump, and she arched her back as she moaned into the gag.
Harry pumps his cock, timing his movements with hers so that they could finish at the same time.
The woman began running her free hand over her body, along her inner thighs, across her hips, before finding its resting place at the base of her neck. She wrapped her fingers around her neck and Harry really thought he was going to lose it. After a little while, she reached up to pull the gag out of her mouth, and Harry groaned at the string of spit that ran from her lips to the ball. Her panting and soft moans made him grip the base of his cock, and he bit his lip to fight off his impending orgasm.
"Now," she said, grunting softly, "I know you're close— I can feel it. But I want you to cum with me, yeah? Just wait a little longer. I know how good you are, I know you can do it."
It felt like she was talking to him, and that made Harry want to go absolutely feral. He brought his fist up to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle to curb his moans.
"You're so good, I know you are. I'm so close, God— I know you can hold off for me." she spoke, her sweet voice mixing with the wet sounds of her core and Harry's soft groans.
"I'm close too," Harry found himself whimpering, "Please let me cum, please please please!" He knew it was pathetic, but honestly, he'd do anything she wanted. He wasn't even ashamed.
She arched her back in that one particular way, and Harry had watched enough of her streams to know she was on the edge. He could see the way she gripped the sheets next to her and bit her lip. He wished she didn't have any fucking neighbors so she could be as loud as she wanted. And also so that Harry could hear it, but that was beside the point. Harry sped up his strokes, reaching his other hand around to grope his balls, and moaned at the contact.
"I'm-" is all she managed to get out before she yelped and all her muscles tensed and her movements stopped. Harry knew what this meant, so he tightened his grip on his cock, twisting his hand as his strokes reached his tip, and before he knew it, the two of them released.
Harry felt all the tension leave his body, and he had to force his eyes to stay open so that he could watch this beautiful woman cum, and so that he could imagine that he was the reason she was cumming so hard.
After a few minutes, they had both calmed down, and the woman leaned forward. She tugged her mask down, to ensure that it still covered most of her features, and smiled.
"I have no way of knowing for sure, but I'm sure you were very good for me, sweetie." She shifted, and Harry noticed what seemed to be a tattoo of a bear on her inner bicep. That was new, Harry thought. He'd been watching her for long enough, he's sure he would have noticed it. It was cute. She shifted again, and Harry's view of her tattoo was obstructed once again. Harry pouted, that is, until she started talking. "You're always so good, but I'm afraid I have to leave now. I really don't think I could handle another orgasm, and I have dinner to make. If you enjoyed having this fun with me, please consider tipping! I'll talk to you soon, baby. Goodbye for now. Kisses."
