Home Alone?

Abbey sat down at her computer, frustrated and irritable from a long day. She sat back in her chair, thinking about Bill, her boyfriend. She missed him. This week without him had been a long one and she wished he was with her right now; he’d make her feel a lot better about her day. Abbey knew all too well how Bill could make her feel. Just thinking about it made her core twitch and pulse; she’d been too long without him. She stroked her legs, under her shorts, and her whole body came alive instantly. Her nipples poked through her cotton tank top, since she’d discarded her bra, and she felt her lips dampen. God, she was too easily turned on. Her computer booted up and she signed into her IM, glancing hopefully at the list. There he was! He was online, she’d caught him! She messaged him straight away, hoping he was at his computer. “Hey, baby! : )” She waited anxiously, hoping he’d respond. Every second was agonising and she found her leg twitching impatiently, until she saw him typing back. “Hi there.” She almost squealed with excitement to speak to him again, though her sex was taking over her rationale already. She’d forgotten about her day, she could only think of him. “I miss you, babe. Totally, desperately horny. : (“ She sent to him. Several more painful seconds later came the one word response. “Aw : (“ Abbey frowned in frustration; why didn’t he take her hint? She sighed impatiently and decided to take charge herself. She switched on her webcam and settled back into her chair while the call went through. A little pop up reminded her that Bill didn’t have a camera; but she knew that Ümraniye Escort anyway. She’d have to give enough of a show for them both. The call was accepted and her window popped up, showing her cam feed. She adjusted her hair a little and rearranged her top to better show her breasts; perky and already standing to attention, her nipples were unmissable; the top clung to her frame and left very little of her chest to the imagination. Abbey felt her thighs moisten a little to even see herself so turned on already, crossing her legs desperately and mauling her bottom lip. She wanted to tease him a little. She slowly sucked her finger and her hands gripped her chest. “Are you ready for a show, babe?” she asked, pouting to the camera as she did. “Ready and waiting, sexy,” was his response, almost instantly. Abbey sat back in her chair and gently ran her hand over her already aching slit. Her whole body responded and she settled her body into her seat with a small shudder. She pushed her hair back out of her face and gently massaged her breasts through her tank top. She massaged them and petted them heavily, letting her body feel the motions. “You like my nice, firm tits, don’t you, Bill?” She squeezed them together for the camera, her cleavage almost busting out of her top already. “How do you want them, right now?” Abbey’s hands gently stroked her nipples for a few seconds, until he responded. “I want them in my hands and in my mouth, you dirty, dirty slut,” came the reply. That one line sent a throb straight to Abbey’s groin and she moaned for the camera, Ümraniye Escort Bayan squeezing her breasts harder as her eyes closed. Bill was quickly typing again. “I want my teeth on them and I want them around my cock.” Abbey’s pulse began to race and she mauled her chest in her hands, watching impatiently for each new message. “Take off that shirt and show me those tits, now,” he demanded. Abbey could barely wait; squeezing them together one last time she quickly tugged her top over her head and threw it aside. Her breasts bounced from the force and she clamped her hands around them tightly, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moaned out, her head falling back, and her groin throbbed deeply again. Abbey glanced at the screen a few seconds later; another message awaited her. “Push them together for the camera. Show me.” She pressed her mounds together, rolling her nipples for her own pleasure, and leaned forward towards the camera; she bounced them in her hands a little and squeezed teasingly. “Turned on, Bill?” she asked, her whole hands massaging her breasts, and licking her lips. “Stroking your cock for me?” Abbey pinched her nipples harder and gasped gently into the microphone, whispering to it. “God, I hope so. I want to feel it,” she teased, squeezing her mounds together, “right here.” “You want my cum, don’t you?” Bill asked. Abbey whispered out a yes. “I want you,” she moaned, trailing her syllables, “all over me.” “Earn it,” Bill told her, still typing. “Show me that ass.” Abbey wheeled her chair back, standing with her back to the Escort Ümraniye camera. She looked behind her, stroking the barely visible shape of her breasts, and trailed her hands down her back. Her hands found her arse through her shorts, stroking it and gently squeezing while she wiggled her hips seductively. Her shorts were small enough that they barely covered her arse, though tight enough that it was plainly visible anyway. It was firm and shook gently under her forceful grip. A small giggle escaped her as she slapped her right cheek, squeezing her arse in her hands, as another message popped up on screen. “Bend over.” Abbey bent at the waist, looked back to the screen, and watched the camera feed as she teased herself. Her hands stroked her arse again, down her thighs and around again to stroke up the inside of her legs. Her hands found her wet, twitching mound and she rubbed herself through her shorts and massaged her hanging breasts. She could feel her moisture leaking from her. “I’m sooo wet, Bill.” She moaned for the camera, pressing against her slit. “I wish you could feel me.” “Lose the shorts, slut.” Flashed up on screen. Abbey’s sex twitched again and she had to bite her lip. She loved him talking like this. Her fingers worked their way into her waistband, while her hips squirmed. Looking back at the camera the whole time, she eased the shorts down. Every inch of the way, her arse wiggled the shorts further and further down until she casually dropped them to the floor, stepping gracefully out of them. Abbey’s hand immediately went for the slit again, stroking herself through her small, red lace knickers. She jumped back into chair, facing the camera, and spread her legs over the arms. Watching the camera with a sultry expression, she massaged her breasts and stroked one hand down her body. Her hand trailed her navel and found her waistline, slipping into her panties with a soft sigh.