I smiled, slow and wicked, and deliberately clenched my pussy around his fingers. “I’ve wanted this for two years, Nikolai. Every time you called me ‘little sis’ or walked around shirtless after the gym… I went to my room and fucked myself thinking about sitting on your cock exactly like this.”

His fingers pumped deeper, faster, making wet, obscene sounds that definitely carried through the mic. My juices were coating his hand and dripping onto his sweatpants. I reached behind me, tugged the waistband of his pants down just enough to free his cock.

It sprang out, heavy and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum. God, it was beautiful...