Transfixed by the scene in front to you, you reach down, undo you pants and pull out your dick, now rock hard.
The girl continues to fondle her breasts through her robe and finger fuck herself and as she does you begin to rub yourself.
“”Mmm” she moans. You can now hear the squelching sounds of he4r fingers as the move in and out of her. “Yesss” she hisses and you smell her arousal filling her air. You time your strokes to hers and it doesn’t take much imagination to picture your cock in place of her fingers and her cunt in place of your hand. Faster and faster the strokes become, closer and closer to climax. You can feel something between you, as if the link between you strokes and hers is not just in your head, as if it is you she is dreaming of fucking as her fingers thrust into her quim. Suddenly her back arches and she cries out in pleasure, just as you reach climax and your ejaculate sprays across the room to land on her bare stomach.
She opens her eyes and looks around. She sees you standing there with your dick in your hand. She then seems to feel the warm wetness on her belly and realize it isn’t hers. She screams and produces, a wand, as if from nowhere which she points at you.
Maybe your link *was* all in your head. |