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The other day, Ethan called via video chat. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said with a grin. “I’m at the Bellagio. You have time for some fun?” Behind him, the iconic fountains erupted in perfect, choreographed chaos. “Did you seriously just call me from Vegas?” I laughed, “You KNOW how badly I wanna go!”
He tilted his phone, giving me a panoramic view of the fountains. Then, without a word, he shifted the camera. The fountain’s roar faded into a soft, low hum as the focus snapped to him. He was standing in a plush, midnight‑blue suit, with the jacket unbuttoned just enough to reveal the crisp line of his chest.
The Bellagio
He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine through the tiny glass rectangle that separated us, as if he could see straight through the miles. “I just got back from the casino and thought you could use a little…private view,” he said, playfully. I felt my cheeks flush, not from the heat of the desert night but from the heat rising between my legs.
“Okay,” I breathed, “but you have to promise something.” He raised an eyebrow. “Anything for you, Sweetheart.” I giggled like a schoolgirl, then stared straight into the camera. “Strip for me,” I said. “Make me wet. I wanna feel like I’m there with you.” He didn’t hesitate. “Deal, baby. Consider this my first‑class ticket to your imagination.” I watched as he set his phone on the bedside table and started taking off his clothes. Slowly, seductively, giving me a private show that we both knew would end with a front row view of his own erupting fountain.
I couldn’t help but allow my hand to linger on my clit, rubbing it gently with two fingers as he removed his pants and then his boxer briefs. His cock was already hard and ready for me. Just the sight of it made me squirt all over my bed.
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