Doggy Day Care [4/8]

The chat's blowing up. You let slip you found something interesting, and now they won't stop hounding you about it - no pun intended. Stupid. You shoulda known they'd be like this.

You did know they'd be like this. You let it slip for a reason, didn't you...?

You lean back in your chair, chewing idly on your hair. You can't stop staring at her - at this girl, about your age, so confident, so herself, and yet doing this. The way she caresses the shaft, squeezes it, pre dripping down her belly, balls shifting and twitching with need under her grasp. He writhes and squirms, unconcerned with social conventions and just wanting release, and she rides his needy bucks and thrusts with moans and smiles. The tip paints a line of pre over her face, and she gasps in delight...

You find yourself licking your lips.

Blink, blink, blink. The chat is flickering with messages. Show us, they cry, through messages where they claim to barely care. We need to see.

They do need to see...

You reach over, never quite taking your eyes off the scene, as you boot up a room - and start streaming.