My fingers trembled as I did. I pressed my palm against the soaked fabric and let out a small whimper.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, voice husky.

“Look at how you squirm. You have been such a generous fan. Sending all those gifts just so you could watch me stroke this cock. Does it look better in person?”

“Much better,” I breathed. “Bigger. And the sounds you make. I can hear them so clearly now.”

He groaned again, deeper this time, and slowed his hand almost to a stop. “Careful. You are going to make me lose it too fast. I want this to last. Tell me, Sassy. When you...