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Scott and I went to college together. We flirted like crazy until one night when he powerfully had his way with me – or I should say we got our fuck on. We were never boyfriend/girlfriend, so when he moved away, we only stayed in touch with video sex. That was all a couple of years ago. A few months ago, Scott texted me and we caught up. Both of us had gotten married recently, but the sexual tension between us was still undeniable. Our conversation quickly evolved into more dangerous texts. Dangerous in the sense that we could not get caught by our significant others or we would be in trouble. At the end of a few days, we decided that we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.It has been a few months since Scott and I caught up over text. Scott’s birthday was approaching, and I was building up in anticipation of what kind of shenanigans I could do. Maybe a sexy birthday text that would lead us down our taunting paths. Maybe we would video chat like the old days, and I would strip down for him on camera and touch myself. I could get the camera really close so he could see my wet clit, and I could see his engorged penis. Just thinking about istanbul travesti what could happen and letting my mind wonder gets my heartbeat racing and my panties wet. I get so horny waiting for his birthday to come that I take my husband to the bedroom and grind him and let him pound me hard, all while imagining it was Scott.Today was his birthday. Finally. I decided to send him a secret Facebook message. It was a gif of some hot girls at a sports arena blowing a kiss to the camera, which actually zooms past them to a hairy overweight dude also blowing a kiss. I figured it was sexy enough to get his attention but was playful enough to get by if anyone saw. And I was right; it got his attention.He messaged me back and my pulse quickened.“Was that kiss to me?”“Yes. Happy birthday ; )”“Wish it was really from you”“I can’t send you a real picture of me. Just know that I’m thinking about you.”“Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?”Oh, shit are we getting into this already? I’ll play coy and hard to get. I probably shouldn’t be doing this at all. I don’t want to regret cheating on my husband. But fuck I’m so horny for travesti istanbul him.“Haha nothing specific. What are you doing for your birthday?”“Nothing planned really. You want to spice it up for me?”My video chat rings. It’s him already. Should I answer it? I’ve been waiting for weeks to do this. Maybe just a little taste won’t hurt.I answer it wearing a camisole to prop my tits up, a regular bra underneath, and some sweatpants.The camera can see my head and cleavage, but not much else. I am all smiles and excitement.“Is that how you got dressed for today?” He asks.“Yeah, I’m just sitting around.”“Well, it looks great. Hot.”We exchange pleasantries. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other face to face. It makes it kind of awkward though. Daydreaming about stripping to someone I know is one thing, but being in the moment is another. I might chicken out.He begs for me to give him more than just a cleavage shot, but I’m unsure. I told myself I wouldn’t go farther because of my husband. He probably wouldn’t like me showing off my tits to another guy, no matter how hot they are.I bite my lip and touch the edge istanbul travestileri of my shirt. I’m tracing the outline for him while I contemplate what to do next.“What if I told you I was touching myself?” He says to egg me on.Was that a twitch down in my pussy?I reach in my shirt and squeeze my boob.“What if I told you I was rock hard.”I unhook my bra and take it off under my camisole. Now he can see my erect nipples through my shirt. He begs for more, after all it is his birthday.I pop my left breast out and watch his jaw drop. Then the other. I use the camera to get a close up from the front and sides. My fingers draw lines across my soft flesh, and he licks his lips.“Oh fuck, I wish I was there. I would suck those nipples off. I would drive my cock between them and cum all over you.”I set the camera down so I can take off my full shirt up and over my head. It makes my boobs bounce as they drop. Then I grab them gently and massage my nipples.I can tell he is sitting down. One hand on his phone to see and the other arm is moving. He must be jerking himself to the image of me.I lean back in my chair and take my sweatpants off. I spread my legs and put a hand in my underwear. He can see my fingers moving around and every so often he gets a glimpse of my shaved mound. Oh god, I am already so wet. I take a finger out to taste it, but stop and show it to the camera first. He lets out a moan.
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