A passionate video

It was a boring night, and I mustered up all my courage to prepare for a passionate video chat. I'd been buying video chat services for over two years, only ever hearing about them, but I'd never actually experienced one.
I downloaded an app to find my prey. What name should I choose? "Universal Love," I thought, "Whoever I find, I'll love..." Ha... I'm not young anymore, I should have some taste, right? I can't just randomly
pick anyone. I added "Priest" after "Universal Love." I planned to find someone with taste, but an hour passed quickly, and I hadn't found anyone, so I decided to log off. Then, a stranger added me! Hehe! "Autumn Harvest" is a nice name, but too neutral. Will it lead to anything? Oh well, I'll add her first.
"Hello," I typed
. "Hello to you too!" she replied. Who knows if she's really a woman, I thought to myself.
"Can we video chat?" I asked, thinking I shouldn't waste time; if it didn't work out, I'd just leave.
"Sure!" she replied
. Wow, this is promising! She must be a woman, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed so readily. I hate those online freaks! They waste your time and emotions, but that's impossible. Online relationships are a fabricated version of reality. It's a lie told by loneliness. I don't believe it. Anyway, I digress.
"Beep..." We connected. I confidently showed my face (I don't understand passion, I stupidly showed my face, only to later realize that the reason I haven't found a woman to have passion with is because I have such a proper face). There was a computer desk on her side. But I heard a sweet woman's voice coming from there.
"Hello, wow, you're handsome!" Her compliment made me feel good, but I still said insincerely:
"I'm old, not handsome anymore, why didn't you come out?"
"I'm coming out." At the same time, a middle-aged woman's face appeared, even more proper than mine, looking about 34 or 35 years old. I was utterly disappointed. Looking at that face, I couldn't possibly talk about passion with her.
"Not at work?" I tried to appear calm, but secretly I wanted to see her... well, you know. "Just say you won't let me see, so I can find someone else.

" "Summer vacation, huh?" she replied with a smile, her attitude kind and friendly. Ugh, a teacher, what a load of rubbish. Just as I was thinking this, my phone rang. I answered, hoping to exchange a few words, both to get rid of my colleague and to politely bring the teacher in the video away as well. She was being very polite, after all, and I didn't want to shut her out. But my colleague insisted on talking to me about work, no matter how much I hinted that we could talk about it later, he just wouldn't stop, and the conversation dragged on for over 10 minutes. I'd completely forgotten about the person in the video, and only after hanging up did I see her still watching me and smiling. I was so touched; she'd been so patient with me, I felt really bad. Oh well, no need for any flirting, I'll just chat for free, luckily I'm good at talking.
"Looks like you're a leader," she said
. "Oh, what leader or not, just managing some messy things," I replied modestly.
"You're very patient, seems like a good leader. Good work methods too." Hey… she's really putting me on a pedestal. It seemed I had no choice but to have a serious conversation with her. Ha… we chatted
about everything under the sun, and I had a chance to showcase my rambling skills—teachers are so selective!—but she seemed quite curious about me. Eventually, the conversation drifted to topics of morality and human nature. This was my forte; I definitely had a set of twisted theories that were quite persuasive. After a long theoretical discussion, I'd dug quite a bit out of her subconscious, and I sensed the real show was about to begin. So I went straight to the point:
"Since you think I'm a good person, and I think you're a good person too, but we both have certain needs subconsciously, could you satisfy one of them?" I said shamelessly.
"How can I satisfy you?" she countered.
"Can I look at your chest?" I asked shamelessly, blushing.
"That's not a good idea, is it?" she said hesitantly. Ha… I'm in luck! She didn't look down on me; her tone was hesitant.
"What's wrong with that? We're both adults, and we don't live in the same social circles." Seeing a glimmer of hope, I abandoned any remaining vanity or shame and shamelessly persuaded her.
"Can I see you then?" she asked. Wow! I was about to spit blood; my heart was pounding in my throat.
"Do you want to see? Of course, you can if you like." I pretended to be nonchalant.
"Okay then, can you choose to let me see you?" Her gentle tone made it impossible to argue about who got to see whom first; in the end, I was the one who had to sacrifice myself.
"Where do you want to see? Down there?" I deliberately stalled for time to prepare myself.
"Is there anything to see on a man's upper body?" she said unhurriedly. Ha… yeah, what's so interesting about a man's upper body?
Just as I was about to undress, the doorbell rang. My heart sank; I thought, "Oh no, why is my wife home so early? I'm doomed." But I still forced myself to remain calm and said,
"Wait a minute, I'll be right back."
I went to open the door, and damn it, it was my buddy I've known since I was five, asking to borrow my car for a wedding on Sunday. I led him to my room; I had nothing to hide from him, so I gestured for him to be quiet.
"Did someone come home?" she asked, her tone masking disappointment.
"Ah, no, no, just some salespeople, they're gone," I lied.
"Can you still show me?" Ugh, my buddy was right next to me, how could I take my clothes off? Even though we talked about everything, even though I could have a threesome with him online, this was a video, not real. But if I didn't take my clothes off, I wouldn't be able to see her, and I really didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. I looked at my friend; he had seen what we were saying and typing, understood everything, and grinned lewdly. Damn, his smile gave me the courage to just take my clothes off, a grown man. So I lowered the camera and found my crotch, and she lowered it to find her chest. Without a better view, I could see a pair of enormous breasts under her light pink fleece top. My penis immediately became engorged and began to swell. I started to act spoiled, touching my bulging member outside my pants, saying things like,
"Oh, I love your big tits, let me see them, baby, stimulate my thing." I think she could see my aroused member even through my pants. She actually did as I said, and I was overjoyed. She gently pulled up her outer garment to her neckline, revealing a white, shiny bra—a size 38D, with a third of her breasts squeezed outside the cups.
"Baby, don't want the bra, please take it off?" My desire burst out as I spoke. I saw the bra slowly come off, and her huge, white breasts jumped out of the cups. Very firm, very round. My purplish-red nipples were the size of a thumb, and my pink areolas were the size of a tennis ball. I gestured to my friend in surprise, inadvertently making her notice something amiss.
"Is anyone else at your house?" she asked in alarm, stopping her hand from fiddling with her breasts.
"No," I answered bluntly.
"Wait, someone is. I heard you talking to him."
"No way! Really, no one is. You wish someone was there?" I countered aggressively.
"..."
She resumed stroking her large breasts and said,
"Show me yours!"
I had no way out; I hadn't even seen her genitals yet, and I didn't want to back out now. I had no choice but to steel myself, giving my friend a wry smile and gesturing to him: You take yours off too, don't just stand there! He pursed his lips, indicating I should take mine off first, he'd act according to the situation. I had no choice but to pull down my pajama pants, revealing my already hard penis.
"Yours is so thick and big, so nice."
"Do you like it?" I didn't care anymore. Damn!
"Mmm."
"Do you want it?"
"Yes."
"What do you want?"
"Your big cock."
"Where do you want it?" "
Down there."
"Is it wet down there?"
"Mmm
." "Let me see how wet it is?"
Her video started to pan down again. She had already undressed sometime earlier, and wasn't wearing anything underneath. All that could be seen was a thick, dark forest, but not the alluring vulva.
"Baby, spread your legs, use your hands to pull your labia apart. I want to see your clitoris and vagina; my big cock wants to go in there."
"Come on, I want your big cock to fuck me. Come on!" She parted her thick, dark purple labia, revealing a pink, tender, and erect clitoris, like a small glans. Her light pink vagina opened and closed like a fish's mouth. It was glistening all around, clearly the light reflecting from her vaginal fluid.
"Baby, can you lend me your fingers? Rub your clitoris for me, then put two fingers inside my vagina."
She did as I asked. I stroked my large penis, making it appear even thicker and bigger in the video.
"Your penis is so big, I want it so badly, come and fuck me."
"Do you want two big penises inside you?" I saw my friend swallowing hard, so I started my assault.
"What???" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Didn't you just say there were people? Do you want someone inside? Do you want two big penises fucking you?" I knew a principle well: women like to hear the crudest things men say, and men like women to be completely wanton.
"Go ahead and find them," she said, pretending not to know there were people in my house. Actually, she had suspected there were people in my house, and if I said that again, she couldn't help but think there might be someone else there. Seeing that the time was right, I signaled my friend to quickly undress and come into the frame.
"Do you like it? Do you like two big dicks? Do you like two big dicks fucking you? Do you like a big dick in your pussy and a big dick in your mouth? Do you like stroking a big dick with one hand?" I bombarded her with questions. Two big dicks appeared in the video, one on the left and one on the right, being stroked back and forth.
"I like it! I like it! I like it! I like it!" she answered repeatedly. Her moans grew louder. The speed of her fingers thrusting in and out increased, even producing a "slap slap" sound of her juices and the colliding of her hands.
"You said you like two big dicks fucking you at the same time."
"I like... two big dicks... fucking me at the same time
." "You said you like kissing a big dick in your mouth and having a big dick inside your pussy."
"Ah... I like... kissing one... big dick in my mouth and having one... big dick inside my pussy."
"Put three fingers in."
"It won't go in, ah, ah..." Finally, three fingers were put in.
What could I say? What could I do? Why does morality so easily lose its weight online? We are all children of God, primal urges running rampant in our blood. God ordained us to be loving, how can we disobey? We cannot ignore that we were once free, social beings. Morality can restrain our behavior in society, but it cannot extinguish our innate human nature and primal desires. The hurdle you can't overcome is the corpse of yourself, mutilated by morality. In the internet world, there are no worldly moral judgments, only the primal me and the free me.
"Come on, I want you to fuck me. I want your big cocks..." She reached the peak of excitement with a moan. She released her pent-up frustration in her excitement. We also ejaculated, shooting out a thick pool.

This is my first time writing an article, please forgive any shortcomings. If you're looking for passionate girls in Guangzhou to chat with, you can contact me. My QQ number is 411782291. Welcome! Men, please don't bother, sorry!

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