We sit together, separated by miles yet joined by desire, watching a man fuck the woman he desires. Never having watched porn, I find it hard to lose myself in the moment. Until he tells me, “Cum with me.”
My hand dips to my soaked pussy, three fingers slip in, massaging my g-spot. My thumb flicks my clit. I feel the heat rising between my legs. I cannot take my eyes off the screen in front of me. Watching a thick, hard cock pump in and out of a willing pussy mesmerizes me.
Moving of it’s own volition, my fingers fuck my aching pussy slowly. Juices pour from my body, pooling beneath me.
I hear his grunts and groans as his orgasm nears. I love the way his voice deepens further as he cums. Slipping out of my cunt, my fingers swirl and move around my swollen clit, flicking and rubbing. My eyes never leave the picture in front of me, watching the couple slowly fuck, in and out, in and out. My hand moves faster across my clit, listening to his deepening voice. As he reaches his own climax, my hand is flooded with my own juices.
Forgotten on our individual screens, the movie continues. We lose ourselves in each other’s voice and sense of peace.
A few moments later, he says, “Take a look at this one with me, baby.”