Have you ever watched a woman come?
In Starbucks?
I never did, ‘til just the other day.
Thank you, Google Hangouts, for facilitating a lovely stretch of time. Or three. During which I did. Over. And over. And over.
Should I watch her face? Or her hands in her pussy? Where do I want the camera? FUCK, there’s no good answer to that question. If it’s on her pussy, I can’t see her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her eyes. Are they open? Closed? Fluttering?
If it’s on her face, I can’t see how she’s touching herself. Is she pressing? Flicking? Vibrating? Fingering? Fast? Hard? Slow? Soft?
In the end, I settle on her (beautiful) face.
Oh, this is sweet.
(was that what you were going for?)