We sit naked in front of our laptops, legs crossed, as Zoom makes the connection.
“Place your hands, palm up on your knees, and match my breathing.”
She complies. Eyes locked, our breathing synchronized. I slowly move my left hand up my thigh. She watches as I pull my foreskin back and start to stroke. She starts to move her hand.
“Don’t move!”
A drop rolls off my tip.
“You are such a naughty girl, your nipples erect, and I can see your lips getting wet.”
As I leak more pre-cum, a pool of moisture forms beneath her.
“Good girl!”
