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STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (II)
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2026-09-21 23:58:33
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (V)
"Do it – fuck – I want to feel it –"He pushes deep, and his body goes rigid, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, thick and hot, and the sensation of being filled by someone real whose hands I've imagined replacing mine for months, triggers another orgasm that I don't see coming. My pussy grips him through every pulse, and my left hand is on my hip so hard I'm going to bruise, and I'm making sounds into his shoulder that no camera has ever captured because no camera has ever been present for this.He stays inside me afterward, softening slowly, his weight on me, his breathing gradually evening out against my collarbone. His cum leaks around his cock and onto the sheets where I perform three times a week, and the evidence of him on my work surface makes me laugh quietly into his hair."What?" he murmurs."I'm going to have to change the sheets before Thursday's stream.""I'll help.""You'll be here Thursday?"He lifts his head and looks at me, and his dark eyes are soft and wrecked an
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (IV)
Two fingers push into me and curl, and my spine leaves the mattress. He's inside me, his fingers. Nobody's fingers have been inside me since before the camming started because I've been performing solo for half a year, so the feeling of being penetrated by someone else's hand while his mouth works my clit sends my body into a register I haven't accessed on camera. He curls his fingers against the front wall inside me, and his tongue holds pressure on my clit, and the combination builds an orgasm that has nothing performative about it."I'm going to cum," I say, differently than I say it on stream, because his mouth is going to make me cum and the truth of it is too direct for theatrics."Your hand," he says against me. "Is it on your hip?"I look down. My left hand is clamped so hard on my own hip that my knuckles have gone white."Yes.""Then it's real. Let it happen."I cum on his tongue in my room with no audience except the man whose mouth is sealed over my clit while his fingers
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (III)
His hands go to my waist. Both of them, spanning the fabric of my shirt, warm through the cotton. The contact is so simple and so different from the way I touch myself on camera that my breath hitches audibly. His thumbs trace the curve of my waist, and his fingers settle on my lower back. He pulls me closer, slowly, his chest meeting mine, his chin above my head. He holds me there, just holds me, his heartbeat against mine, and something behind my ribs that I didn't know was clenched lets go.He kisses me, and his mouth is warm and unhurried, tasting of coffee. His hands tighten on my waist when I lean into him, and the kiss has no angle to maintain, no lens to cheat toward, no thought of how my chin looks from below. His mouth and mine, and the slow-building heat of being kissed by someone who has been waiting six months and isn't going to rush for four more minutes.My hands go to his chest, and I can feel his heart through his shirt, hammering. The nervousness of it makes him more
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (II)
I arrive at the agreed time to find him already there, sitting at a corner table with a book in front of him. However, he isn't really reading; he's watching the door intently. I recognize him before I reach the table because his demeanor matches his messages – calm yet slightly tense, which shows in how he holds his coffee cup with both hands.He's handsome, and that surprises me because I hadn't built an image of him; I'd deliberately refused to. The absence of expectation makes the reality hit harder. He's maybe thirty-four, with a face that's strong rather than pretty, dark eyes set deep under brows that are slightly furrowed from thought or anxiety, his hair dark and cut short, and his jaw carrying a day's worth of stubble. His hands around the coffee cup are large and long-fingered, and my body registers them before my brain does – a clench between my legs at the sight of his hands because I have spent six months imagining those hands replacing mine on camera."Hi," I say, and m
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 64 – FUCKING MY FAVOURITE CAM FAN (I)
The green light blinks on, and fourteen hundred people watch me slide my hand between my legs.They trickle in – the notification sound pinging in my earpiece as usernames populate the chat and the viewer count climbs in the corner of my screen. I settle into the ring light's glow and let the camera find me. I'm wearing what I always wear for the Thursday night stream, a black lace set that costs more than my electricity bill and stays on for about eleven minutes before the tips reach the threshold I've set and I start peeling.The chat moves fast. Hey, gorgeous. Missed you. Been waiting all week. And the usual cascade of eggplant emojis from men who have apparently never encountered a more sophisticated way to announce their erections. I smile at the camera because the smile is part of the product, and the product is me. The business model is simple – I turn myself on in front of a lens, and strangers pay to watch.I started six months ago because I needed rent money and had exhauste
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 63 – MY FUCKING THERAPIST (V)
I let go.My pussy grips his cock in waves so intense that I can feel my pulse in every wall that's touching him, and I scream into the leather of his couch with tears running down my face, but I'm laughing between them because my body has picked every exit at once and is currently using all of them.He drives deep and holds and I feel him swell inside me and then the pulse, and then his thick and hot cum is filling me while his hand presses flat against my lower belly from behind as if he's trying to feel himself from the outside, and the groan he makes belongs to a man who held a professional boundary for six months and just watched it come apart around his cock inside a woman he was never supposed to touch.He stays inside me while we both breathe with his forehead resting between my shoulder blades and his hands on my hips. His cum leaks down my thighs and drips onto the carpet where his patients' feet rest during session, but neither of us moves to clean it up, because the eviden
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