I wish you could watch me. I have my webcam on at this very moment, but nobody to show off for.
I’m naked, sitting in my favorite chair. The worn leather feels so good against my skin. It’s almost the same color as I am too, but I know your eyes would not be deceived. You would be too busy staring at my skin, wondering how it feels, how it tastes. You would be looking through that screen into my eyes, because I love eye contact. You might also notice how I’m rubbing my skin, finger tips up, and then down. Eyes closed, lost in the thrill of performing for you. My lips moving, but no sounds issuing forth.
I’m lost, awash in feelings and sensations of what you must be feeling as you watch me. Oh, I wish you were watching me right now. My skin is tingly. Without even touching it, my cock is rigid, throbbing to the right because of my natural curve. I want you to watch me touch it. To watch me run a finger up the shaft and onto the ridge of the head. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of precum out. Want to watch me taste it? Yeah? Do you like my tongue tasting my precum? Does that turn you on as much as it arouses me to think that it is your mouth? Mmm. It tastes so good. Sweet.
Can you see me caressing my balls? No, because you aren’t watching. But I’m squeezing them and rolling them around in my hand. That causes me to leak even more, enough lube to not even need the coconut oil for once. My fist encloses around the hard, throbbing shaft and precum gathers at the top of the fist, but then runs down the fist onto my scrotum and ass.