Maggie doesn’t usually need porn to get herself off.
She’s got strong hands and an even stronger imagination.
But it’s been a long day and Alex is in Geneva and Maggie is exhausted but god does she need to get off.
So she sighs and she flips on her computer and she lets her mind fall away and her fingers slip under her unzipped jeans and soon her small gasps and groans are joining those of the short-haired brunette on the screen, her fingers slipping inside herself, her palm pressuring her clit, her eyes fluttering shut, imagining Alex’s tongue, her fingers, her screams, her… voice…
“Mmmm, that feel as amazing as it looks, babe?”
Alex’s strong hands catch her before she can spill off of the couch in shock.
“Alex, you were – I thought you were in – “
“I was. Negotiations went well, ended early, and I… I wanted to uh…” Her eyes drag slowly up and down Maggie’s body, linger on the dampness still lingering on her fingers, her slightly flushed skin, her rapidly fluttering pulse.
“I wanted to see you,” she husks, and Maggie gulps. Alex glances down at the video Maggie had pulled up, and she arches her eyebrow and purses her lips, leaning in close to Maggie’s ear and exhaling headily.
“Anything you’d be interested in watching together?”
“I… it… Alex…”
“Should I take that as a yes?”
The woman on Maggie’s screen screams out an orgasm, and Alex shrugs out of her jacket with her eyes sharp and determined and locked in Maggie’s.
“Let’s see if I can make you scream louder than that.”
Turns out, she could.
And she did.