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Captivated, Olivia once again watched her brown eyes, ripe with lust, staring back at her on the screen. Her hand positioned Jeremy’s cock at her clit. She watched as she rocked her hips and guided him over her folds. Slowly, up and down, she was transfixed by the motion on the screen.This was her favorite part. Jeremy’s glans just melted into her soaking pussy, her mouth opened wide and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him the rest of the way. No sooner had he bottomed out, a hand came up and blocked the screen as the video stopped.Olivia’s hand was slowly stroking her panty-clad cunt as her arousal started to leak through to her fingers. Why is watching this so fucking hot? She mused as she rubbed more urgently now. This was at least the third time she’d watched this already since Jeremy had crawled out of bed this morning to go to work.She glanced at the time on her phone. 9:41. Fuck, I gotta get moving, she grumbled to herself. Just as she contemplated watching it again versus finally getting out of bed, her phone buzzed in her hand. A text from Emma.Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Sorry to make things awkward yesterday. I really thought you knew…Speaking of awkward, it seems I have your credit card and you hopefully have mine. Must have snagged the wrong one at dinner. Can you check that you have it?Yanked back into reality, Olivia realized she was still absentmindedly stroking herself Yozgat Escort and made a conscious effort to stop as she texted back.Let me look and see if I have your card, one sec.As she rose from the bed and got to her feet, her slick lips slid across themselves and sent a shiver deep within her core, making her the slightest bit unsteady on her feet. She managed to make it downstairs to the kitchen, where her purse was on the gray granite countertop of the island. Rummaging through her wallet, she found Emma’s card. Her own credit card was missing. Grabbing her phone, she texted Emma back:Yeah, I have it and I’m missing my debit card.The three bubbles appeared and then disappeared when suddenly the phone rang. Olivia popped it on speaker.“Hi, Emma.”“Seems we mixed up our cards at dinner yesterday,” Emma replied. “I think we were both a little distracted.”To say the least, she thought as her eyebrows raised.“I told you it was no big deal, Emma. I didn’t know and it just caught me off guard.”“Well, I don’t know about you. But it certainly, stirred some things up in me.”A bit of a pause fell into the conversation. Olivia, still aroused from binge-watching her own personal homemade porn just minutes before, fidgeted her legs together, creating a fluttering sensation deep within her. Her hands grabbed the smooth granite countertop of the kitchen, searching for a cool distraction from Yozgat Escort Bayan the heat within her.“How so?” It just fell out of her mouth. She hadn’t thought about it and instantly regretted asking it immediately. Olivia felt her face flush reflexively.“Oh, look at you going from embarrassed to inquisitive all of the sudden.” Olivia, mouth suddenly dry, swallowed hard. The tingling sensation was overwhelming her, from a dull buzz now to a constant throb.“I’m sorry,” Olivia cracked. Just as she resumed, Emma jumped in, “You aren’t. Judging by how you looked yesterday, I’d say it’s turning you on, isn’t it?”Olivia opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The call stagnated with silence until Emma spoke in what seemed like a thunderous roar, but was merely her dulcet calm tone.“Answer me and I’ll answer you, Olivia.”“Yes,” she meekly responded without hesitation.“I thought so. All this time I thought you knew. Remembering all of that yesterday made me so very horny. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to be you back then. You two were delicious. I was addicted to watching, and just the thought of it yesterday. I went home and used my trusty wand several times thinking about that.“So, yes, Olivia. It stirred a lot of things up in me. I think I’ve been pretty forthcoming here with you, and I think I deserve the same from you. Answer me this, what did you do Escort Yozgat when you got home? Did you take it out on Jeremy?”Olivia shifted her feet on the cold kitchen tile floor. It was still no respite from the heat consuming her from the inside out. The tiniest bit of movement slid her sensitive and slick lips across each other, furthering her rampant arousal. “Jeremy may have been the beneficiary of our conversation yesterday,” she said surprisingly confidently despite the overwhelming need, addling her thoughts.Emma laughed softly, “I bet he was.” Another chuckle. “He had no idea that you were thinking about Ethan, you naughty thing.” This time, the laugh was a little louder and more playful.For the second time in a matter of a minute, she responded without thinking, “He popped into my head at the very beginning. Something he used to say, but after that, he was an afterthought, to be honest.”“Oh?” Emma responded a bit taken aback. “Is that so?” At that moment, it hit her. If it wasn’t Ethan, it was… fuck, she thought.“You were thinking about being watched, weren’t you?” Emma asked in a surprised tone.Fuck, I can’t fucking think straight right now, Olivia’s inner voice screamed. Why is all of this so fucking hot?Olivia managed a meek, “Yes.”“Was it watching in general, or was it the thought of me watching?”“Both,” she reflexively squeaked.Emma cleared her throat and paused while Olivia continued to shift her weight on her feet, teasing herself further. And then, something just clicked in her. Something she had no idea where it came from, but it echoed in her mind. Last night felt so good. This morning felt so good. This feels so good. Why am I fighting this?
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