Espiando o Desejo

Uma mulher que acaba vendo seu melhor amigo se masturbando, e fica de voyeur até decidir entrar no quarto dele e lhe ajudar. Ele usa um plug anal e ela é a dominante

The door was slightly ajar—just enough for Clara to catch the rhythmic creak of the bedframe and the low, controlled breaths she’d recognize anywhere. Her best friend, Lucas. She shouldn’t look. But the temptation burned hotter than guilt. She leaned closer, her pulse hammering as she watched him sprawled across his sheets, shirtless, one hand working his cock with slow, deliberate strokes while the other teased the base of a sleek black plug nestled between his ass cheeks. His hips arched off the mattress, muscles taut, his breath hitching every time his fingers brushed the toy. Clara bit her lip. She’d always known he liked it rough, but seeing him like this—submissive, desperate—sent a sharp thrill through her. No more pretending. She pushed the door open. Lucas froze, his grip tightening around his shaft as their eyes locked. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, voice low. “Unless you’d rather I take over.” His throat worked as he swallowed, but his hand started moving again, slower now, waiting. Testing. Clara smirked. “Good boy.”

Clara stepped forward, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she circled the bed. Lucas’s cock twitched in his hand, pre-cum glistening at the tip. She reached out, tracing a single fingernail down his chest, over his abs, stopping just above where his fingers worked his shaft. “Faster,” she murmured. He obeyed, his strokes turning rough, his breath coming in ragged bursts. She watched the way his muscles tensed, the way his hips jerked when his thumb swiped over the head. Then she grabbed the base of the plug and twisted. Lucas gasped, his back arching off the bed. “Fuck—” “You like that?” she purred, rocking the toy deeper, watching his cock pulse. “Bet you’d come in seconds if I fucked you with it.” His hand stuttered, his thighs trembling. She could see the tension coiling in his body—the desperate edge before the fall. Clara leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “But I’m not letting you yet.” She pulled the plug out slowly, just enough to make him whimper, then shoved it back in hard. Lucas groaned, his fingers digging into his own thigh as he fought not to spill. “Now,” she said, stepping back. “Show me how bad you need it.”

Lucas’s breath hitched, his grip tightening around his cock as he looked up at her with dark, pleading eyes. “Clara—fuck—tell me what you want.” She tilted her head, dragging her nails down his chest. “I want to hear you beg.” A shudder ran through him. “Please,” he gritted out, hips lifting off the bed. “Please let me come.” Clara clicked her tongue, circling the plug with her fingers before giving it another slow twist. “Not good enough.” Lucas swore, his thighs tensing as he fought the pressure building inside him. “Clara—*Christ*—I need it. Need your hand, your mouth, your fucking fingers—anything.” She smirked, leaning in close enough that her breath ghosted over his lips. “Better.” With a sharp tug, she pulled the plug free, watching his cock jerk at the sudden emptiness. “Now stroke yourself for me. Slow. Let me see every inch.” His hand moved obediently, his breath ragged. “Fuck, you’re cruel.” Clara laughed, low and husky. “And you love it.” She pressed a single finger against his stretched rim, pushing in just enough to make him groan. “Now say it.” Lucas’s voice cracked. “I love it.” She rewarded him with another thrust of her finger. “Good boy.”

Lucas gasped as Clara’s finger slid deeper, the stretch sharp and sweet. His cock throbbed in his grip, every slow stroke sending heat coiling tighter in his gut. The drag of his palm over slick pre-cum made his hips jerk—too much friction, not enough. Clara crooked her finger inside him, pressing against that spot that made his vision blur. “Feel that?” she murmured, watching his thighs tremble. “Fuck—*yes*—” His voice was raw, his free hand fisting the sheets. The dual sensations—her finger working him open, his own hand torturously slow on his cock—were unbearable. She added a second finger, stretching him wider, and Lucas swore, his back arching off the bed. The stretch burned just enough to make his breath hitch, his cock leaking against his stomach. Clara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Tell me how it feels.” “Full,” he gritted out. “Hot—*tight*—” His rhythm faltered as she twisted her fingers, rubbing deep. “Clara—*fuck*—I can’t—” She nipped his earlobe. “You can.” Her fingers thrust harder, faster, matching the pace of his hand now. “Come for me.” A broken groan tore from his throat as his body locked, pleasure ripping through him in waves.

Mais explícito, descrevendo sensações e com praise kink, Lucas finalmente gozando, Clara pega um pouco da porra para ele provar seu proprio gosto e finalização

Lucas’s entire body shuddered as his orgasm crashed over him, thick ropes of cum striping his stomach and chest. Clara didn’t let up—her fingers kept working him through it, milking every last pulse from his cock until he was gasping, oversensitive and wrung out. “That’s it,” she purred, dragging her free hand through the mess on his skin. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.” He groaned weakly, hips twitching as she lifted her glistening fingers to his lips. “Taste.” His tongue flicked out obediently, lapping at his own salt-bitter release while her other hand still teased his oversensitive rim. The mix of humiliation and praise sent another shudder through him. Clara smirked, pressing her thumb against his bottom lip. “Good boy. You take it so well.” His breath hitched as she finally withdrew her fingers, leaving him spent and trembling. She leaned down, kissing him slow and filthy, letting him taste himself on her tongue. “Now,” she murmured against his mouth, “let’s see how long you last before you’re begging for round two.”