He loved watching me. I knew he did as I opened my soft edges wide, lying spread eagled on the bed, masturbating. He was standing, positioned right in between my legs, hard, watching intently, stroking himself, slowly.

His head would tilt a bit, sometimes, as if he wanted to get a better view. I would oblige him, opening up a bit wider, running my finger in slow circles around my softness, letting him see me enjoying myself. Put your fingers inside you, I did. Looking at him, looking at me, as I slowly finger played myself. I could feel vibrations deep inside my softness, having him watch me was bringing me close to orgasm.

I took my fingers out, keeping my lips open, for him, with my left hand, and sucking, toying my juices from my fingers.

He groaned, stroking himself faster, and faster still. Licking my fingers, I used my index finger on my left hand to slowly stroke my personal place, moist from my juices, thighs trembling.

He watched, I took my wet fingers out of my mouth and teased my nipples.

Watched still as I felt the entrance to my love open up, stroked his shaft faster as my hips begun to gyrate. Can I cum? I asked, breathless. He nodded, his eyes on mine, I could tell he was close too. I opened my soft edges wide, stroking my softness with my right hand slowly, with light strokes, my eyes on him. My body begun shaking, he knew I was cumming, Open wide for me hon, He knew, and as I arched my back, my body spasmed, and I felt his warm cum on my personal place, spurt after spurt turning me on more as I spread his cum over my softness trembling, still cumming.