I was so, so horny, eager to cum. Been edging for a while when I decided to turn the camera on. I was About. To. Burst. Brains out. Fuck yeah, get this load off my cock. Thinking about someone getting horny as you are watching me. Fuck, I love to be watched.
Back in the days when they still had these super-soft, super-wet and transparent fuck toys, I was watching an intensely hot woman on a video chat. Too bad I couldn't afford these new VHS recorders. Now, I'm afraid, I will never see her again..
Speaking of seeing. There's also a mirror in my room and I like what it's showing me. Gotta get my camcorder! At least my hornyness will be for eternety.
Whoever was looking out the window this Saturday morning in Berlin was in for a biiiig surprise. Oh, wait! It was you watching me as I was sipping my coffe, my cock buried in the wet welcome of my new toy. Did you start getting wet as I seduced my toy, kept pounding my toy? Or did you get off as I started to talk directly to you, asking you just hoooww..awwww deep you want me. Inside of you. Artistically moving my hip just to hit that exact spot.
Sometimes, though, it's best when it's "just the tip".....
Just coming home from a party, all I wanted was a hot shower and time to fantasize about this woman I saw... But inexperienced as I was with my new video diary, I pressed the wrong button at the end and my camera voyeuristically kept running while I wallow in pleasure on my bed, thinking about her... rnrnNow, please don't ask me, how this video ended up being on the internet?! Well, I've kinda always dreamt about someone watching me while I orgasm, sinking into my sheets in a state of peaceful relaxation afterwards... So, was it my secret exhibitionistic side then? Definitely! It's finally time to be naked on screen.rn
This is a Sonata played on a mysterious clearing in the forest. The wind is whistling Beethoven..."quasi una fantasia"...while I am sharing my tree trunk with the busy ants.
Come join me at dawn of one of the last days of summer and listen to the intimate tune my fingers lasciviously play, gently stroking the surface of my instrument. Listen to my silent moans released into the air, where they join the wind, intimately dancing with each other... But, what’s this! Suddenly, a stranger appears! ... The Sonata has to change its tune ... will this intermission turn the music into a darker minor key? Well, that is on you to find out...
