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He told me he wanted me to watch. I felt apprehensive because I thought it would be torture to not have sex. I've watched before and it was really hot. This time he wanted to do it the way he does by himself, while watching porn. We watch porn together but it is different because this was just for him, what he wanted to see.

He was already getting hard while setting up. He put the computer between his legs, found some amateur video of a woman enthusiastically giving head to some guy, and reached for the lube. My heart raced a little and I began to get wet. He started stroking himself, up and down, twisting a little. His hand was so expert, moving with such skill and certainty. My mouth dropped open involuntarily with a slight sigh. I thought about having him inside me but I resisted acting on it. I wanted to see this thing through.

His cock was really big and swollen at this point. He found a new clip where a woman was giving oral sex from below. Like a calf at a cow's udder. She had tiny breasts and I hoped she was over 18. He put his head back in increasing pleasure while I held back the urge to put him in my mouth and suck him like that woman in the porn. I wanted to lick his nipple and suck at it. I wanted to enjoy his reaction to me touching him while he was this aroused. But I stayed where I was with my heart pounding and my breath halting.

He looked at more amateur porn. I watched him and the porn. I listened as the intensity of both his breath and movement increased in reaction to what he was seeing. He kept putting on more lube. I looked at his big, red cock and imagined how good what he was doing must feel. I was really wet by now, throbbing actually.

His breathing changed and I knew he was going to come. He moaned and I watched him come on his chest and stomach. I noticed how he touched himself when he was coming. As if he was gently milking himself.

I did not touch him. I didn't even touch myself. I just enjoyed the feeling of having witnessed something so private, of voyeurism. I knew I would be revisiting the experience in my mind. I looked forward to conjuring visual images of it next time we fucked, the next time he had his cock inside me and we both felt the pleasure of moving together.



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