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"And then I told her send me your email so I can send you my part. She gon say some don't worry about it I'm gonna do it on my own" I said as I folded my t shirt "I damn near slapped her ass with my laptop"

"Not the laptop" Quincy laughed.

"She think she was being slick like girl you don't know me, how you just gon assume I'm slow? Her lil ugly, no top lip having ass is racist but it's cool. My grade on that project better be higher than hers" I ranted on.

I know he was only half ass listening to me because he was on the game but I didn't care, I was still going to talk his ear off.

"And then if I fail this midterm in my marketing class I might as well drop the class afterwards. These tests are gonna be the death of me. Summer needs to hurry the fuck up" I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Damn that's crazy" Quincy replied. I looked at the phone and his mouth was ajar and the light from the tv was reflecting off of his skin.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" He said looking at the phone for a split second, "AND ONE!" He yelled clapping his hands together. "Yeah bae I heard you"

"What did I say then?"

"Ya midterms kicking your ass and that bitch with no lips got you fucked up. I'm listening"

"Anyways, somebody's birthday is next week."

"Yeah Lyric's"

"Well yeah but you know good and well I'm talking about you," I laughed rolling my eyes "You're getting old. How old are you now?" I asked setting him up so I could say my joke.

"24"

"You know what's funnier than 24?" I asked trying to contain my laughter.

He took his attention off the game and looked at me "You better not"

"25" I replied and began to laugh at how lame I am.

"Aye moe get off my phone" He replied and we both laughed, "You gon come spend my birthday with me?"

"Of course"

"You should come spend the summer with me" Quincy said looking at the phone giving me all of his attention.

"Like the whole summer?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah or until you get tired of me, whichever comes first" He laughed.

"You sure you wanna deal with me for that long? Shit might be perfect between us cause we don't see each other everyday" I chuckled walking out of frame to put my clothes away.

"I wouldn't be telling you to come if I wasn't sure"

"Mmh okay well I'll think about it. I know you miss waking up to this beautiful ass face"

"That's not the only thing I miss" He replied back, slyly.

"Mmh tell me more" I said from across the room walking back over to my phone.

"I miss kissing you, touching you, licking you. I miss hearing you moan my name in my ear" Quincy tells me wetting his lips with his tongue.

If he was here right now I would've literally pounced on him. "Fuck I wish you was here" I replied biting down on my lip.

"Lemme see you" Quincy says and I could hear the sound of the playstation turning off. I walked over to my door and locked it. Michelle was at work but I still wasn't taking any chances.

I propped my phone up on a pillow on my bed. I turned on some music so there wasn't an awkward silence. I hadn't done a strip tease on camera in months. This shit felt nostalgic.

The Weeknd's voice filled my bedroom as I climbed onto the bed. I hadn't done this in so long I didn't know if I was moving too fast or being sexy enough.

I kneeled on the bed and ran my hands under my tank top and lifted it slowly above my head revealing my breast. Just as I started to pull off my shorts I could see him start to reposition himself and reach into his shorts.

"Aht aht." I said to him.

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"No touching" I replied with a smirk and continued undressing.

This was already so different from anything I've ever done on OnlyFans. Everything I've ever done was always like a PG-13 or Rated R movie, never full blown porn. I didn't know what angles worked and looked best for my completely naked body, but I was just going to go for it. I don't have any toys or anything so he'd just have to be happy with my hands.

"I miss you" I told him as I massaged my breast.

"I miss you too"

"She misses you more" I ran my middle and ring finger across my split, "I'm wet as fuck right now"

I turned around and brought my ass up into the air and kept my face down. I slid my ring finger inside of me and just started caressing my g-spot.

"Quincy" I moaned and slid another finger inside of me.

"Go slow" He instructed me so I did just as I was told, "Unh unh slower" I slowed down my pace even more and that shit felt amazing. I kept trying to fight off the urge to speed up because slow and steady wins the race.

"Like this baby?" I asked biting down on my bottom lip.

"Just like that" He nodded his head in approval, "Whatchu want me to do?" He asked.

"No. Touching."

"No touching?" He repeated with a frown, "This shit hurt"

"Don't touch it Quincy"

He smacked his lips, "Speed up"

I pumped fingers in and out of me at a steady pace. I could just feel myself getting wetter and wetter the longer I went. "Faster"

"Fuck" I cursed and went a little faster.

I closed my eyes to imagine my fingers was his dick. As I moved my fingers, I began to throw it back a little trying to get every single inch of my finger. It still wasn't enough to compare to his length. I need him inside me right now. I need to feel every inch of him.

"That's too slow, speed up"

"I can't!" I cried out. My arm was starting to cramp up as I kept pumping my fingers inside of me. I grabbed the sheets with the one free hand I had and tried to keep a steady pace as I could feel my walls contracting.

"Pull em out" Quincy told me and I completely ignored him. I was way too close to stop now. He should've said something earlier.

"I said stop Paris" He said sternly. I could literally feel the orgasm about to happen. I was right there. I don't know what movement my body did or what noise I made that let him know I was about to climax. I moaned loudly pretending to not hear him. "Now Paris!"

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration and pulled my fingers out. Almost immediately my clit began to throb.

"What the fuck?" I groaned collapsing onto the bed and squeezing my legs shut trying to stop the pain.

"Yeah you don't like that shit do you?" He chuckled shaking his head at me. Even hundreds of miles away he still had full control.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I put my back against the headboard and spread my legs. "Lemme see him"

He grabbed his phone and flipped the camera showing off his dick. My mouth instantly began to water. He was hard as fuck, the vein on his shaft was protruding. Knowing that I got him this hard and I was hundreds of miles of way boosted my ego.

His hand moved up and down his shaft slowly and I bit down on my lip watching him with all my attention.

I parted my lips with my fingers and rubbed my clit slowly as I watched him. I bit down on my lip and tossed my head back as the pads of my fingers drew circles on my clit.

"Damn you look good" Quincy said.

My hand wasn't doing enough justice. It felt good but good wasn't enough. My body only wants him, this lil bitch spoiled now.

"I need you baby" I moaned picking up my speed. I could hear his breathing grow heavier. I opened my eyes and looked at the phone to watch him. I tried to move my fingers at the same pace he was moving his hand. He moaned and I could see the precum starting to ooze down his shaft.

"Faster Quincy" I told him and picked up my speed as well.

I could feel the orgasm in the pit of my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to loosen up to make the orgasm even more intense. I heard him groan and I knew that sound all too well.

I parted my lips to moan but no sound escape. As I came I rubbed myself slowly to prolong it. The ending instrumental to Persian Rugs was playing as I just laid there staring up at the ceiling.

I really just did this and didn't think twice about. As soon as he said "Lemme see you" a bitch couldn't get naked quick enough. If this was any other nigga, I wouldn't have done this at all. I would've cursed him out for even trying to move our conversation in that direction. Maybe I'm the sprung one.

"Welp shows over. Goodnight." I laughed grabbing my phone and ended the facetime call.