‘Speeeeencer!’ I moaned as I followed the woman’s lead and began teasing myself, running my fingers around the rim of my hot, wet hole. The other hand was twisting and tugging my nipple as I lay sprawled out on the couch, hand under my cami. Fuck this was feeling good, a slow burn was steadily building and my eyes were glued to the screen. I moaned as I watched the tips of her fingers run around her opening and it clenched in response to her touch, her hips bucked, pushing her fingers inside. My own hips thrust up involuntarily as the drama played out on the big screen. Her fingers entered her and you know I was only a second behind, quickly penetrating myself and pushing deep, deep as I could go inside. I lay for a second, enjoying the fullness until the sexiest mewl from the TV made my pussy clench around my fingers and send a gush of pre cum onto my hand.

‘Fuck!’ I yelled into the room, there was something about this DVD that was hitting all my pleasure triggers, just the sound of her moans made me practically cum. ‘Oh man, Spencer has to see this!’ I spoke aloud and slowly drew my fingers out as I imagined Spencer on the opposite couch, naked, with her hand deep in her pussy. Our eyes would lock and she would tease me by slowly, drawing her fingers out before pounding them back inside herself. Her hips would arch and I would be able to smell her strong scent from where I lay. I could practically smell it now and my brain was bombarding me with sensations and it felt fucking amazing. 

Another moan caused my eyes to snap away from my imagined companion and back to the real time action. ‘More!’ A husky voice whimpered.

‘You may need to increase the amount and depth of penetration as your lovers pussy relaxes and gets slick with cum,’ I was advised and watched in anticipation as three fingers first teased, then slammed into the hot hole. I was in heaven as I watched her juices run down to her delicate wrist as they were forced out of her pussy as she pounded in, out, in, out. I was fucking myself in time to her beat and it was more like being fucked than masturbating as I wasn’t dictating the pace. Harder and faster I pumped, the musician in me insisting on keeping perfect time to her motions. Suddenly she stopped.