Burton couldn’t believe she would actually masturbate on camera without him having his camera on too. He had recorded the whole session. He sat at his computer with his cock out and was stroking it as he played the session back. This would make a nice addition to his collection. He would get more of her. Damn she was hot. He played it over and over, rubbing himself and fantasizing about licking her clit and sucking on her nipples. It would feel so good to have her suck him off and then to fuck her hard. As he thought about it he grew stiff and hard. His heart began to race and he felt the orgasm rise from his balls and base of his shaft. He took his time stroking the full length, taking it slow. Oh, it felt so good. He would stop when he thought he was going to blow his wad and let the feeling subside. That way he could prolong the ecstasy of cumming. “Oh Hannah, I want to fuck you” the thought. Time will tell. “I just need to play her slow and not scare her away.”
Hannah sat staring at the screen. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavy. That orgasm was so incredible, so addicting. She had never cum like that for her husband. Her whole crotch and down her legs was wet with cum, her cum. She had actually felt herself squirting as her body writhed with pleasure. But Burton was gone. What was that all about? She wanted to be mentally caressed by him, lying in his arms so to speak. She wanted him to hold her, comfort her, love her. That’s what she craved more than anything. Were all men the same? Once they get their fuck they turn over and go to sleep. However, she knew that she would do this again. She turned off the computer and headed for the shower.
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