C31 Ma Petite 7

“Fuck, Chloé…” I whispered into the darkness, my voice coming out as a rough growl.

I closed my eyes, imagining her in front of me with that black satin robe sliding off her shoulders. I began to masturbate quickly, roughly, the friction of my hand making a muffled, rhythmic sound that filled the room. I was almost there, the tension built up over days about to explode in my own fist