Sawyer reaches down and the wand starts whirring. Within a few seconds she's canting her hips down onto the towel.
Sawyer laughs breathily, "Hi." It's the first thing either of them has said since they started the call. Sawyer is moving her hips down in smooth, steady rolls.
"Hi," replies Natasha, mesmerized. She remembers that she should probably do something. She cross-uncrosses her legs and, in the middle, she holds her legs straight up to show off. She knows that the muscles in her thighs will be tensed under her fine, silky thigh-highs.
"Your legs. Fuck – Natasha. God." Sawyer huffs out, still moving her hips.
Natasha smirks and blows a raspberry, trails one red-clawed hands over her tits.
"Yes, that's it," breathes Sawyer. She's moving into the bed faster now. Her ass is rippling.
Natasha runs her hand down her body. She can feel her pert, brown nipples hardening under the body suit. She uncurls her legs and plants her feet on the edge of the deep chair. She slips her fingers under the gusset of her body suit. She's beginning to get wet. She lets her fingers drift down to her entrance, where it's seeping out of her. She gathers her wetness with her fingers and draws it upwards.
Natasha starts by rubbing her fingers firmly either side of her clit, and over the hard root under the skin. She shifts her hips back and forward in the chair. The whole situation is a bit too anxiety provoking to be fully arousing, but Sawyer is making all kinds of appreciative noises.
"Let me – oh! Let me see you," moans Sawyer. Natasha can't stop looking at Sawyer's slightly pixelated face. Natasha breaks open the tiny poppers on her body suit.
She likes her pussy. It's not even, and when she sits like this her inner lips protrude out. But she likes that they are dark to match her nipples.
When she sees Natasha exposed, Sawyer seems to lose the strength in her shoulders and she falls face-first into the bed, arms outstretched above her head.
"What do you want to do with it?" Natasha purrs. She's stroking her clit lightly, tilting her fingers at different angles so it doesn't get too sensitive too quickly. Her heart is beating rabbit fast in her chest. She scissors her fingers horizontally so Sawyer can see how her labia glisten when she moves them.
Sawyer rubs her face into her pillow, then drags her head up. Her eyes look wild, her lips parted and swollen. She's licking them.
"I want to lick you – fuck. I want...I want..." She trails off, biting her own lips.
"Yes, I think I'd let you do that." Natasha's glad that her inability to fully relax is allowing her the presence of mind to sound cool and composed, as it seems to be getting Sawyer off.
"Please?" Sawyer whimpers. Natasha rubs faster. She's not sure if Sawyer can hear the sucking sound her pussy is making, but she can, and it's making her rock her hips.
Sawyer suddenly rears up, and her breast escapes and rolls to the side. Natasha wants to bite it.
"If I was there," says Natasha, "I'd be fucking you so hard."
"Would you?" Her voice is high and nasal now.
"Yes, if I came in I'd just put my knees either side of yours and bend over you - "
"Yeah - " Sawyer interrupts, fully talking out of her nose now. Her mouth is open and panting.
"I'd bring my hand down between your legs, swipe my fingers over you and then push inside you."
Sawyer shouts like Natasha's actually done it.
"Come on, let me see it. I want to see what you look like when you get fucked. Is that what you want?"
Sawyer is rutting against the pillow with her teeth gritted now.
"Don't you want to show me?" Natasha tries again. Sawyer sits up, gathers her robe and slips it over her shoulders. Sawyer blinks and that desperate, fogged-up look falls away. She points a finger at the camera and winks.
"You're a bad woman, Natasha." She takes a sip of water from a glass on the nightstand, and pads over to her suitcase. Natasha sees Sawyer pull out a pink silky pouch from in between the clothes.
Natasha laughs as she continues to rub her clit lightly, "You actually keep them in the pouches? I always lose mine within the first week!" Sawyer rolls her eyes at Natasha and walks back over to the bed.
This time, she lies on her back and her boobs fall to the side. Natasha is looking at her shell pink nipples so intensely that she misses when Sawyer slips the dildo inside her. But she doesn't miss the gasp. Suddenly, Natasha is prickling all over. She can't keep the tension in her thighs anymore and lets her legs fall to the floor. Her hips shunt forward in the chair and she slouches in the seat, pawing at herself. It's not a good look but she's not sure that Sawyer is capable of watching her any more.
Sawyer is fucking herself in hard strokes that make a hollow sort of thunk as they bottom out. But she can't keep her momentum up. She averages just
