[ Good lord, he's doing it. Lottie mutes her mic to externally freak out about it, and smoothly unmutes herself when she's formulated a proper response - it's right between the bit about running his hands down her (hopefully human) body, and the part where he says he hopes she will let him. She especially likes that, just the insinuation of power, the trust. He wants her guidance and he wants her approval, and Lottie keens at that. Lets out a shuddery little breath, because it hits her particularly hard and she's a little more wet, and little more eager to send these photos.
So, she does. It's two: a full length photo of Lottie sporting the easiest corset one woman can tie by herself, a thong, her garter and stockings. Her pretty lavender heels are discarded by the second, mostly because she's positioned herself on her bed, lounging easy on her blankets. Her corset is unlaced ever so slightly, breasts purposely obscured by her hair. ]
..How long do you think you'll obsess over these pics? If you're honest, I'll let you unwrap me. You can touch me anywhere.
[ His breathing steadies somewhat, because he's back to behaving for the moment, no longer jerking himself off while she speaks. He needs a clear mind to fully appreciate whatever photos she's just sent over, after all. ]
Is that what you've been doing all this time? Taking photos?
[ There's a pause on the line as he moves, choosing to lay down on his mattress while he checks the incoming messages.
Oh.
She's certainly talented at this, and though he's always thought himself not particularly moved by appearances, the fact that these were taken just for him makes his hunger heighten. ]
You're cruel to tease me like this, Lottie, but I'll appreciate them as long as you want me to. [ He pauses. ] If I were with you, I don't think I would take anything off of you just yet. You look too good like this.
[ He sighs, feeling color rise to his cheeks again at how vulgar he looks, admiring his friend's photos with his hand once more on his cock, though he hasn't resumed stroking himself. No one is looking, and she can't even see him, but this is still nervewracking. ]
But first I'd run my hands up your thighs. I'd make you think that I might slip my fingers under your panties, and touch you, but not yet. Not before I kiss you and push your hair aside, because I wouldn't want to be denied an opportunity to admire your breasts.
[ In fact, the mere thought of being allowed a glimpse again makes his body grow warm with need, and he allows himself to audibly moan as he teases the head of his cock. ]
[ She runs her hands along the length of her legs, decides she'll take up the mantle of Siegfried's hands while he talks. It's easy to pretend the long nails scraping against the fabric, hugging her thighs tight, are his if she closes her eyes. Easier to hitch a delicate gasp when she fiddles with the lace edge of her panties, just to tease, exactly like he says. Lottie can't quite give herself a kiss, but she can certainly style her hair the way he asks. ]
Of course..
[ He'll find she does precisely that with the next photo she sends - only her mouth is in frame, along with her breasts, a finger placed precariously on her pouty lips (and yes, she did just apply lip gloss just for this one photo). ]
I wouldn't ever deny you that, either.. Especially 'cuz I remember how eager you were to get me out of my clothes last time.
[ Specifically, just to give her breasts some attention - she fantasizes about that for a few moments, sighs out sweetly when she tweaks a nipple between a finger and thumb before asking, ]
So, is this before or after the part where you bend me over and eat me out? [ There's a cute little smile to her words. ] I just wanna know, for reasons.
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So, she does. It's two: a full length photo of Lottie sporting the easiest corset one woman can tie by herself, a thong, her garter and stockings. Her pretty lavender heels are discarded by the second, mostly because she's positioned herself on her bed, lounging easy on her blankets. Her corset is unlaced ever so slightly, breasts purposely obscured by her hair. ]
..How long do you think you'll obsess over these pics? If you're honest, I'll let you unwrap me. You can touch me anywhere.
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Is that what you've been doing all this time? Taking photos?
[ There's a pause on the line as he moves, choosing to lay down on his mattress while he checks the incoming messages.
Oh.
She's certainly talented at this, and though he's always thought himself not particularly moved by appearances, the fact that these were taken just for him makes his hunger heighten. ]
You're cruel to tease me like this, Lottie, but I'll appreciate them as long as you want me to. [ He pauses. ] If I were with you, I don't think I would take anything off of you just yet. You look too good like this.
[ He sighs, feeling color rise to his cheeks again at how vulgar he looks, admiring his friend's photos with his hand once more on his cock, though he hasn't resumed stroking himself. No one is looking, and she can't even see him, but this is still nervewracking. ]
But first I'd run my hands up your thighs. I'd make you think that I might slip my fingers under your panties, and touch you, but not yet. Not before I kiss you and push your hair aside, because I wouldn't want to be denied an opportunity to admire your breasts.
[ In fact, the mere thought of being allowed a glimpse again makes his body grow warm with need, and he allows himself to audibly moan as he teases the head of his cock. ]
May I see that, Lottie? [ More nudes plz? ]
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Of course..
[ He'll find she does precisely that with the next photo she sends - only her mouth is in frame, along with her breasts, a finger placed precariously on her pouty lips (and yes, she did just apply lip gloss just for this one photo). ]
I wouldn't ever deny you that, either.. Especially 'cuz I remember how eager you were to get me out of my clothes last time.
[ Specifically, just to give her breasts some attention - she fantasizes about that for a few moments, sighs out sweetly when she tweaks a nipple between a finger and thumb before asking, ]
So, is this before or after the part where you bend me over and eat me out? [ There's a cute little smile to her words. ] I just wanna know, for reasons.