As I stepped into my apartment after work, the echoes of the day's events banged around in my mind. Summer's playful banter and actions all morning, and the lunchtime encounter that left me both bewildered and exhilarated—it all swirled in my head like a turbulent whirlwind.

My thoughts circled back to that moment in the bathroom, where Summer had caught me jerking off, my hand wrapped around my aching cock. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. How she had walked in on me, unannounced, her eyes dark with mischief and desire.

Summer had watched me with such intensity. And when she spoke, her words carried a command that I found impossible to resist.

I remembered vividly how she had directed my movements, guiding my hand as it stroked feverishly. The way she had urged me on, her voice a tantalizing whisper.

And then, her final command, as she had instructed me to come onto her thong, to cover her pubic hair with my warm release—a request that had left me both stunned and aroused beyond measure.

As I stood in my living room, lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the sound of the doorbell ringing, pulling me back to the present moment with a jolt. With a quick shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I made my way to the door, my heart pounding and my cock tingling.

I turned the handle, and there she was—Summer, standing there with a six-pack of beer in hand, a sight that caught me off guard.

"Hey," I managed to say, my voice betraying my surprise.

Summer looked effortlessly sexy, clad in a tight tank top that accentuated every curve and low-rise jeans that left little to the imagination. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, and a playful glint danced in her deep brown eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to mask my surprise with a casual tone.

Summer flashed me a mischievous smile.

“What, I can't check to see how my favorite coworker is doing?" she replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her response.

"Well, in that case, come on in," I said, stepping aside to let her enter.

As she passed by, her subtle scent enveloped me, making me tingle. It was more than just soap and shampoo; it had a tinge of arousal.

Summer sauntered into my apartment, her eyes sweeping over the surroundings. She had only been here once before to quickly pick something up.  I couldn't help but admire the way she moved, every step exuding a quiet confidence that was undeniably sexy.

Closing the door behind her, I followed her into the living room, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"Nice place you've got here, Derek," she commented, her voice carrying a hint of approval.

"Thanks," I replied. "I try to keep it cozy." I grabbed the six-pack from her.

Summer nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Cozy suits you," she remarked. "And I see you've got good taste in decor too."

I felt a flush of warmth at her compliment. "Glad you think so," I said. "I've always been a sucker for minimalist design."

"Well, it definitely works for you," she replied, her eyes meeting mine with a spark of mischief. "Just like everything else about you."

Her words sent a thrill through me, mingled with uncertainty. Why was Summer really here? I couldn't shake the feeling that this evening would be like no other.

As I handed Summer a beer, I settled onto the couch opposite her.

She took a long sip, and her lips pursed against the bottle made my cock twitch. The sight of her, so effortlessly sensual, sent a jolt of electricity through my body and down to my groin.

I ran my eyes up and down her body. Her tank top clung to her curves in all the right places. I noticed how her nipples, lightly protruding against the fabric, seemed to beckon to me, a silent invitation that I struggled to resist.

Her crossed legs only added to the allure, drawing my attention to the slim curve of her hips and the tantalizing shape of her thighs. And as my eyes traveled further down, I couldn't help but notice the dark red nail polish adorning her toes, a small detail that somehow added to her sensual charm.

Lost in my thoughts, I was taken by surprise when Summer spoke, her voice pulling me back to the present moment.

“So, Derek," she began, her tone teasing yet playful. "Do you ever do it on the couch, or is it just in the bedroom?"

I nearly choked on my beer at her words, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. My mind raced as I struggled to find a coherent response.

"Uh, well," I stammered, my voice betraying my surprise. "I, uh, usually stick to the bedroom."

Summer's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, really?" she replied, her tone dripping with innuendo. "I bet the couch could be fun too."

As I sat on the couch, grappling with my thoughts and trying to find the right words to respond to Summer's teasing question, she surprised me once again with her boldness, although I should be getting used to it by now.

"You know, D," she began, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I have to admit, it was pretty hot walking in on you in the bathroom earlier. I mean, watching you jerk off like that... it's a major turn-on."

I could feel my cheeks flushing with heat as I processed what she was saying. Was she messing with me?

"And you know what's even hotter?" she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "The fact that you were thinking of me the whole time. Imagining all those naughty things you want to do to me... it's enough to make a girl wet."

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I struggled to find the right response. The realization that Summer loved catching me, watching me, knowing it was because of her made me dizzy. I could feel my pulse quickening as I tried to wrap my head around the situation.

"And when you came..." she added, her voice trailing off suggestively. "God, that was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Watching you lose control like that, covering my pussy, soaking my thong all because of me... Mmmmmm, I loved it."

As I listened to Summer's words, a whirlwind of emotions churned within me. Fear, embarrassment, arousal—they all mingled together in a confusing mess.

"I have to admit, Summer," I began, my voice hesitant as I tried to put my feelings into words. "When you walked in, I was... terrified. I thought for sure you would think I was some kind of office pervert, that you'd want nothing to do with me after seeing me like that."

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips as I confessed my fears, but another part of me couldn't deny the thrill that Summer's desire had ignited within me.

"But at the same time," I continued, my voice growing more confident with each word. "I have to admit, I was... turned on. I mean, the idea of you watching me, wanting to see me. I never would have imagined that you’d want to... and then to come on you like that."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through me once again. The memory of seeing Summer, her lips, her skin, her pussy lingered in my mind.

As Summer took another swig of beer, her eyes sparkled with mischief, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. With a sly grin, she leaned in closer, her voice low and husky as she spoke.

"I'm glad to hear that, Derek," she purred, her gaze locked on mine.

"Because I want to watch you again. Right now."

My heart raced in my chest as I processed what she was saying. Did she really want to watch me jerk off again, right here and now?

I hesitated, the idea of letting Summer watch me again sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. But on the other hand, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of uncertainty.

"Summer, I'm not sure if..." I began, my voice trailing off as I struggled to find the right words.

But before I could finish my sentence, Summer set her beer down with a decisive thud, her expression turning stern as she fixed me with a penetrating gaze.

"Are you really going to say no to me, D?" she asked, her tone firm and commanding.

I swallowed hard, my resolve crumbling under the weight of her gaze. In that moment, I knew that I couldn't deny her anything, not when she looked at me like that, with desire burning in her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I relented, my voice barely above a whisper as I spoke.

"Alright, Summer," I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want."

"Good choice. Stand up for me," Summer's voice was soft but commanding.

As I stood up, feeling a rush of nervous excitement coursing through me, I couldn't help but notice the hunger in Summer's eyes as she watched my every move. With a coy smile playing on her lips, she shifted on the couch, positioning herself so that she was facing me directly, her gaze never wavering from me.

"Much better," she purred, her voice dripping with desire as she beckoned me closer. "Now, I want you to undress for me. Down to your boxers."

Her words sent a thrill of anticipation racing through me as I obeyed her command, shedding my clothes one by one and tossing them aside. With each piece of clothing that fell to the floor, I could feel Summer's stare growing more intense, her eyes roaming hungrily over my exposed skin.

As I stood there in nothing but my boxers, I couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through me at the sight of her lustful gaze. My cock strained against the fabric of my boxers, throbbing. A wet spot already forming where the head pressed against the fabric.

Summer's gaze lingered appreciatively," You've got a really good body, D," she remarked, her tone filled with genuine admiration. "I didn't realize what good shape you're in."

Her compliment made me feel proud, and I couldn't hide my shy smile.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement as she gazed at me intently.

Summer's words aroused me as she teased about the bulge in my boxers. "You know what I like?" she purred, with sultry amusement.

"Seeing that big bulge, now that I know how thick your cock is.”

But before I could gather my thoughts, she continued, her eyes flicking down to the growing wet spot in my boxers.

"And look at that," she remarked with a mischievous grin. "You're getting all worked up, and it's all because of me."

I couldn't look away from Summer, her irresistible presence entrancing me. As she leaned forward with calculated moves, my breath caught. Her curves and ample cleavage drew me in like a magnet, leaving me spellbound.

Her eyes, sparkling with mischief, met mine, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Like what you see, Derek?" she teased, her voice dripping with sensual allure.

I swallowed hard, as I struggled to find my voice. "Uh, yeah," I managed to stammer out, my cheeks flushing at her boldness.

Her laughter was like music to my ears. "I thought you might," she purred, her lips curved into a knowing smile as she focused on my twitching cock.

With a naughty glint in her eyes, Summer reclined on the plush cushions of the couch, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

"D," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I want you to drop those boxers for me."

I complied eagerly, the fabric sliding down my legs and pooling at my feet under her unwavering gaze.

Fully exposed now, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mingled with nervous excitement. My cock throbbed with desire, pointing toward her as if drawn by some invisible force.

When Summer's eyes fell upon my hard shaft, I saw her bite her lip in anticipation, a soft moan escaping her lips.

With a playful yet sexy smile, she remarked, "It's not polite to point but I think I'll make an exception this time."

“Well, it is your fault,” I said with some confidence in my voice.

As Summer leans forward, her lips curling into a playful smirk, I feel a rush of boldness surging through me.

"Oh, really? My fault, is it?" she jests, her tone laced with playful sarcasm, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Drawing upon that newfound confidence, I respond, a touch of swagger in my voice, "Absolutely. Whenever you're around, it's like my body just can't help itself."

Her smile widens, her gaze dipping down to where a glistening bead of pre-cum sits at the tip of my cock.

"Hmm," she hums, her voice low with desire. "And what about this?" she asks, gesturing toward the undeniable evidence of my arousal.

Following her gaze, I feel a flush creeping up my cheeks at the sight. "That... uh... might also be your fault," I teased.

Summer chuckles softly," Well then," she purrs, her tone smoldering with desire, "I suppose I'll have to take responsibility for that, won't I?"

“You really have such a beautiful and thick cock,” she continues, biting her lip.

"Beautiful and thick, huh?" I echo, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and exhilaration.

She nods, her gaze fixed on my length with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. "That's right," she murmurs, her voice laced with desire. "I want you to show it off for me. Show me what you can do."

With eager compliance, I reach down, my fingers trembling slightly as they trace the glistening trail of pre-cum that adorns the tip of my shaft. Under Summer's watchful gaze, I spread the liquid, smearing it across my cock head.

Summer leans back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Now," she purrs, her voice dripping with desire, "show me what else those talented hands of yours can do."

Heart racing, I wrap my fingers around my throbbing shaft, feeling the hardness beneath my touch. Slowly, almost teasingly, I begin to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving Summer's as she watches with rapt attention.

As I continue to stroke myself, her gaze is fixated on me, dark pools of desire in her eyes. I watch as her chest rises and falls with each breath, her nipples now hardened points pressing against the fabric of her top.

A small, involuntary squirm escapes her, her thighs shifting subtly as if she's unable to contain the arousal coursing through her. I can't help but notice the way she bites her lip, a gesture that sends a surge of heat straight to my core.

"Such a good boy," Summer purrs, as she watches me obediently follow her instructions. "Now, keep stroking for me. That's it, nice and slow."

I can feel the heat of her gaze on me as I obey her commands.

"And since you've been such a good boy," Summer continues, her voice husky with desire, "you deserve a treat. Sit on the couch."

As I lower myself onto the couch, following Summer's command, my heart pounds in my chest. Her playful tone making me wonder what’s next.

I spread my legs, feeling the cool fabric of the couch against my skin as I settle into position. With one hand still wrapped around my throbbing length, I resume stroking, the sensation sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

As I stroke, I can feel the weight of my balls bouncing lightly. And through it all, Summer watches, her eyes dark with desire, her lips curved in a naughty smile.

Her voice is a sultry whisper as she stands up. "Isn't it better to pleasure yourself to the real thing instead of a picture?”

"Definitely," I reply, my voice husky. "Nothing compares to having you here with me."

Her lips curl into a wicked smile, her movements slow and deliberate. "I thought you might say that.”

I watch, mesmerized, as Summer's hands trail down her body. The way she teases her nipples sends a surge of desire coursing through me, and I can feel my cock throbbing faster.

With slow, deliberate movements, Summer begins to peel off her shirt, revealing the perfect curves of her breasts. Her areolas a light mocha color, her nipples in a matching color standing proud. My mouth goes dry as I drink in the sight before me, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she commands, "If you want to see more, you better keep jerking your cock. And not just that, you better stroke faster."

I realize I've paused, captivated by her sensual display.

I quickly resume stroking, my hand moving faster as I obey her command. I want to see every inch of her.

With a wicked grin, Summer acknowledges my compliance, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pinches her own nipples.

"Such a good boy," she purrs appreciatively.

I watch, as her hands trail down her body, stopping at the button of her jeans. With deliberate slowness, she undoes it, the sound of the zipper sliding down driving me crazy. My heart races as she reveals more of her flawless skin.

Summer steps out of her jeans, standing before me in all her naked glory. She isn’t wearing panties, and as she twirls slowly, every inch of her is illuminated in the soft glow of the room.

I drink in every detail, from the curve of her perfect breasts to the gentle slope of her small waist and the subtle shape of her athletic thighs.

Her hips are slender and with each movement, her tight, sculpted ass catches the light. Her whole body accentuated by the vibrant tattoo sleeve adorning one arm.

But it's the delicate patch of curly pubic hair that draws me in, leading my eyes down to the plump, inviting lips nestled between her thighs. A tantalizing gap between her legs reveals a glimpse of her innermost sex.

As Summer completes her twirl, her eyes lock onto mine, my senses are heightened, acutely aware of the slickness coating my length, my pre-cum a non-stop flow.

I slow my strokes, not wanting this moment to end too soon. With a playful smile, Summer looks downward, taking in the evidence of her effect on me.

"I love what I do to you," she purrs, her voice causing my cock to ache for her.

Unable to contain my admiration, I find myself blurting out, "You're so incredibly sexy and sensual."

Her lips curve into a sultry smile at my admission. "Flattery will get you everywhere, D," she replies, her voice a husky whisper.

As Summer sits on the opposite end from me, I shift on the couch to face her.

My hand slides off of my shaft, knowing that I won't have much time to pause. I take those brief moments to control the rising sensation that threatens to overtake me.

Summer's expression darkens slightly, angry that I stopped. I can sense her impatience for me to continue, so I quickly comply, wrapping my fingers around my cock. With an apologetic look, I resume my slow stroking.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, hoping to appease her. "I didn't mean to stop. I just... got distracted for a moment."

She smirks playfully and leans closer, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "No distractions," she says teasingly. "You have a job to do, and I expect you to do it well."

“As much as I enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself for me," she begins, "I don't want to be left out of the real fun."

I can't help but anticipate what she's thinking. With a smile, I respond, "I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?"

She moves closer to me in a smooth and graceful manner until she's just inches away. Her breath tickles my skin as she whispers, "I think it's only fair if we both join in on the fun."

"I couldn't agree more," I quickly reply, unable to hide my eagerness.

Summer's playful demeanor intensifies as she leans back against the arm of the couch. With a seductive smile, she spreads her legs wide, granting me a perfect view of her womanhood. My breath catches in my throat as I'm completely transfixed by the sight.

Her outer mound, a delicate shade of mocha, are framed by her smooth, tanned skin, mirroring the color of her areolas and topped by a dark patch of curly hair. Protruding between them are her thick, dark inner lips, glistening with her juice.

She looks at me, her lips curved into a sexy smile, as if daring me to look away. But I can't tear my gaze away from her, the sight of her glistening folds mesmerizes me.

“I want to play a game,” Summer says, her voice husky and filled with anticipation.

"A game?" I echo, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her look becomes more seductive, her expression a mixture of mischief and desire.

"Yes, a game," she purrs.

"I'm going to finger myself, and you're going to watch every move I make. But here's the catch," she adds, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"You're not allowed to stop stroking. You will do everything I say. And unless you want to suffer some very dire consequences, you better not come before I do."

The sight before me is intoxicating, and I'm desperate to watch her every move, but the mention of consequences hangs heavy in the air, and I don't' want to find out what they are.

"Anything for you, Summer," I reply, my voice a mixture of anticipation and eagerness. Her smile deepens at my words.

"I hope so," she purrs, her words sending shivers down my spine. "Because if you do as I say, there's so much more in store for you."

My cock throbs with renewed intensity at the tantalizing promise of what's to come.

Summer winks at me playfully before her hands start to explore her own curves. Her fingers glide over her breasts, tempting me as she tugs and squeezes on her nipples, coaxing them into a perky state against her smooth skin. I can see how each touch sends waves of pleasure through her body, and my strokes become slow and deliberate, just as she commands.

As her hand trails lower, skimming over the curve of her stomach, she stops between her legs, her fingers poised just above her pussy. With a sultry smile, she looks directly into my eyes, her gaze smoldering as she slowly slides a finger between her glistening lips.

"Take slow, long strokes," she instructs, her voice a seductive whisper.

"And squeeze the head," she adds wickedly.

I obey her commands, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body and as I squeeze the head of my throbbing cock pre-cum freely flows out bringing a devious smile to Summer’s lips.

Summer's moans fill the air as her fingers glide effortlessly through her slick folds, finally pushing two fingers into herself.

With her other hand still teasing her nipples, she arches her back slightly, staring at me.

"Do you like watching me as much as I like watching you?" she asks, her voice sending a thrill racing through me.

Watching her pleasuring herself is like a dream come true, a fantasy brought to life in vivid detail.

"I love watching you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper as I drink in the sight of her. "You're so beautiful, so sexy...."

Summer's voice is dripping with desire as she purrs. “Mmmmm... good answer."

I can see her getting wetter, her pussy glistening as her fingers slide deep inside.

"Stroke faster," Summer commands, her voice laced with urgency and desire.

I obey her command, increasing the pace of my strokes as I watch her start to squirm and moan in pleasure. The sight of her making it difficult to control myself.

"God, D," Summer breathes out. "You look so hot like this. Legs spread wide, hand working that thick cock."

Her eyes roam over my body, heating my skin with their intensity. "And those balls of yours... They look so heavy, so full of cum for me, just waiting to spill out."

I can't help but moan at her words, the image she paints sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. With each stroke, I can feel my balls bouncing in rhythm with my movements.

"Watching you is driving me crazy," Summer continues, her voice thick with desire.

"I can't believe how turned on I am just watching you stroke yourself like that."

As Summer eases her grip on her nipples, a satisfied sigh escapes her lips. I can't help but notice the state of them —swollen and slightly red from the attention she's been giving them.

She brings her hand down to her pussy. I watch, as she uses her fingers to pull the hood back and expose her engorged clit.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she withdraws her other fingers from between her lips, and I watch as they emerge, glistening with her juice. The scent of her sex fills the air, intoxicating and heady.

Summer's movements become more deliberate as she glides a wet finger over her bud, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. A low, guttural groan escapes her lips.

As I hear Summer's sensual groan, a surge of desire courses through me, intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure from my not stop stroking. My cock is aching, I want to come so bad, but I have to hold on.

"I'm so close to coming already," Summer moans, her eyes stay fixed on mine.

With an enticing grin, she adds, "Do you want to see me come?"

My words catch in my throat as I gaze at her, captivated by her raw sensuality.

"I'm desperate to see you come," I confess.

"I want to watch as your body quivers, to hear your sweet moans echoing in this room."

As I speak, I can feel my heart racing with anticipation, my body thrumming with arousal at the thought of Summer having an orgasm right before my eyes.

With a teasing smile, she holds open her hood with her thumb and middle finger and she begins to rub her sensitive clit with her index finger, her movements slow and deliberate.

As she does, she gradually slides two fingers of her free hand deep into her pussy, her movements becoming more urgent. Summer's expression is one of pure bliss.

Her movements are fluid as she slides her fingers in and out of herself, each motion sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her fingers glisten, soaked in her intoxicating juices. With each thrust, she moans sensually, her hips beginning to rock in time with her movements.

Her mound, her pussy lips, her inner thighs, even her pubes are wet with her juice.

As the sensations intensify, she starts to rub her bud faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Oh God, I'm going to come. I'm going to come for you," Summer's voice breaks with a mix of urgency and desire.

I can see the telltale signs of her impending climax—the way her body tenses, her breath quickens, and her movements become more frantic.

My heart races with anticipation as I continue to stroke myself, trying to match her rhythm without tipping over the edge too soon.

As Summer's orgasm hits, her body becomes a symphony of sensation.

Goosebumps rise along her skin, painting a map of her arousal. Her eyes, locked onto mine, shine with ecstasy, drawing me deeper into the intensity of the moment.

Her hips sway and rock with abandon, matching the building waves of pleasure within her. Her fingers continue their urgent dance, slick with her own juices.

Every inch of her seems to pulse with pleasure. She's a vision of raw, uninhibited desire, completely lost in the throes of her climax.

Finally, Summer's body relaxes as her orgasm fades, but her fingers continue their gentle rhythm, in and out. Her other hand rests on her stomach, rising and falling with her breath.

I watch in awe as she comes down from the peak, her features softened by the aftermath of ecstasy. The air is heavy with the scent of her cum. My head is swooning, and my senses are overloaded.

Summer's beauty is undeniable. She exudes a sexy, sensual energy as she loses herself in pleasure. It's the most erotic experience of my life and I never want it to end, but I can't hold out much longer.

As Summer's gaze meets mine, her eyes gleam with an unmistakable desire, mirroring the lust swirling inside me. I feel her scrutinizing gaze travel down my body, and I'm acutely aware of the slickness coating my length and how just her look can make me cum.

Summer pulls her fingers out from between her legs, and as she sees how wet they are, a mischievous smirk dances on her lips.

"Looks like you're just as slick as I am," she teases, her voice low and sultry.

Summer leans forward, her fingers extended toward me, glistening with her arousal.

"Come here, D," she whispers, her voice dripping with seduction. "I want you to taste what you did to me."

Summer moans softly as I clean her fingers, licking and sucking off every trace of her cum. It is thick, sweet and sour at the same time. Delicious!

When I'm finished, she exhales slowly, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"Mmm," she murmurs, her voice husky. "Tell me, do I taste good?"

"You taste amazing," I reply, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "Absolutely perfect."

Summer's eyes lock onto my throbbing cock. "You look like you're close," she observes, her voice laced with anticipation.

"I can see your head pulsating and your balls getting tight. Are you ready to come?"

"I'm ready," I confess, my voice filled with urgency and longing. "I need to come, I need to come for you so bad."

Her gaze holds mine as she leans closer, her breath warm against my skin.

"But first," she murmurs, her tone teasing yet firm, "you have to ask me if it's okay."

"Please, Summer," I plead. "Let me come. I need to, I want to so badly for you."

Summer's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches me.

"You've been so good, D," she says.

"Watching you jerk off gave me such a perfect orgasm. I think you've earned it."

"Stand up," Summer commands, her voice dripping with seduction as she leans back.

I rise to my feet, my heart racing with anticipation, and stand before her as she crosses her legs, arms spread across the back of the couch as she leans back. My glistening shaft is prominent, pointing directly at her, as I await her next move.

"Keep stroking for me" Summer purrs.

"Long, slow strokes, and don't you dare stop. And when you're about to come, you better let me know."

Her words send a shiver down my spine, and I eagerly obey as I begin to stroke myself with trembling hands, savoring every sensation.

"I love watching you," Summer murmurs, her gaze fixed on my hand gliding up and down my length.

"It's so hot seeing you throb and all that precum dripping from your tip. Keep going, D, just like that."

As I stroke, my orgasm builds from my toes to the rest of my body. My balls tighten and my shaft grows harder with each stroke. I'm almost at release.

"I'm about to come," my voice heavy with need as I gaze into her eyes. "I can't hold back any longer. I need to come."

"Do it, come for me," Summer commands, a seductive smirk playing on her lips.

"Come all over me, give me every single drop."

With Summer's words ringing in my ears, I let out a primal grunt, thrusting my hips forward as my cock pulses in my hand, releasing torrents of thick fluid.

The first shot splashes across her right breast, covering her nipple in a glistening coat of cum.

Summer's smile widens at the first shot, but she's not satisfied yet.

"More," she demands, her eyes locked onto mine, urging me on.

Obeying Summer's command, I continue to release myself onto her, each surge spilling across her skin. The next volleys land across her stomach, mingling with her soft curves. I can't help but let out animalistic grunts as my legs start shaking and thick warm liquid keeps pouring out.

As the torrent of my orgasm subsides, the last drops of my cum fall on Summer's thighs. We both take a moment to catch our breath, the air heavy with the scent of our cum and sex.

Summer's gaze meets mine, a playful smirk on her lips, while I, still reeling from the intensity of the moment, can't help but wear a satisfied grin.

"Wow, D," Summer breathes out, her voice laced with satisfaction.

"That was perfect. I love feeling your cum all over me. You really know how to make a mess."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself after the intense climax.

"That was... incredible," I manage to say, my voice still husky with arousal.

"I've never cummed so hard before. And seeing you covered in it... God, you look so sexy. I'm glad you loved it as much as I did."

Summer's fingers glide over to her phone as she says, "You look so delicious like this. Slick, dripping... I want to remember this moment."

With a playful grin, she angles her phone, capturing me standing there, still tingling. Then, she zooms in, capturing a close-up of my glistening cock.

Summer's voice is sultry as she teases, "Now I've got something to keep me company when I'm feeling... naughty." as she flashes me a mischievous grin.

With a wicked smirk playing on my lips, I can't help but imagine the sultry scene of Summer fingering herself, cumming to my picture.

Summer playfully hands me her phone, her voice seductive as she says, "Your turn. Take some pictures of me.  Show me how I look, covered in your cum."

Her words make me tingle as I eagerly accept the phone and start snapping several pictures.

Summer sensually runs her fingers through the cum covering her right nipple, her lips parting as she licks them clean with a naughty smile.

"Mmm, you taste even better this time," she murmurs.

With a contented smile, I collapse onto the couch, my body still buzzing with the remnants of ecstasy.

Summer, standing up, grabs her beer and takes a swig, the bottle clinking softly as she sets it down. Covered in my fluid, she reaches for her tank top and jeans, her movements graceful and fluid. Her gaze flickers to me, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she starts to dress.

I couldn't help but stare as Summer dressed herself, a hint of playful reluctance in my voice. "Do you really have to leave so soon? Don't you want to freshen up a bit first? Or do you want my cum soaking into your clothes?"

I flashed her a mischievous grin, hoping to prolong our intimate encounter just a little longer.

With a sly smirk, Summer fastened her jeans and turned to face me. "I got everything I wanted, " she teased, her voice dripping with playful satisfaction.

"And I want to feel your cum on me a bit longer. As for you, well, you got all you're going to get... for now."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she delivered the teasing remark.

As Summer gracefully slipped her shirt over her head, my eyes lingered on her captivating form, every curve and contour etching itself into my memory. I couldn’t shake the thought that her last comment meant we were taking this further.

"God, you look incredible," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

As Summer finished dressing, her gaze swept over me, lingering on every inch of me. I sat there, my cock soft with a little bead of cum hanging on the tip.

“I must say, D, you look really sexy like that," Summer remarked.

"So relaxed and spent... it's a look I could get used to seeing."

As Summer leaned in, her lips met mine in a fiery kiss, sending sparks through my body, and then she turned to leave.

Her curves swayed gracefully as she made her way to the door, each movement hypnotic and sensual.

I watched her go, captivated by the sway of her hips, the curve of her ass. Before I could utter a word, she turned, flashing me a mischievous wink that sent my heart racing.

As she reached for the doorknob, a playful smirk played on her lips.

"Oh, and D," she teased, "keep an eye on your phone. You never know, I might just send you those pictures you took of me."

With that tantalizing promise, she closed the door behind her, leaving me eagerly anticipating what “it’s a look I could get used to seeing,” means.