They decided they are ready to take further steps the next time they meet. Photos and videos showing more of them, what they want, what they do. And especially one in which he cum on her face. The conversation left her horny and he with the promise that she would masturbate intensely and then tell how it was.
After they hung up, she got up and went to the mirror. Touched up her makeup, put on the red lace nightie that values her tits. Sprayed her favorite perfume. She sat up in front of the mirror and began to play. First tits, proud and thinking she didn’t want them, but now she loved them. Touched them lightly because she still feel a slight discomfort, even after more than a year. But they are so beautiful that it no longer bothered her.
She relaxed in the chair and spread her legs, still touching the tits, looking at her pussy, admiring the tattoo she loved. She thought of him, in his touch. She continued to play while felt her pussy getting wet, she could see in the mirror.
She began playing the labia gently, feeling the moisture, warmth. A chill ran down her body as she closed her eyes and pretended he touched her. Dipped two fingers in his mouth and push them in pussy. She rolled them in, pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed. With the other hand she caressed a nipple.
Pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, faster and faster. She felt her nails, even short, and it excited her more. Pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, faster and faster. Her body felt swelled. She felt the joy coming.
Pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled, pushed, faster and faster.
She cummed. And loudly said his name.