#adwd

!!NSFW!!

Casper who can't help but let his hands drift towards his cock as you ramble to him about your day. i mean how couldn't he? with your lips all plump and wet with the newest lip gloss you bought the other day.

Casper who stifles a groan as you continue to talk, his hand now pushing itself into his boxers as he lightly strokes himself, his pre smearing against his palm as he tries to look invested in whatever you're talking about. food maybe? clothes? he doesn't really care, just as long as he gets to hear that sweet voice he loves so much.

Casper who palms himself as you show him your new collectables, gushing about how soft they are. He pulls himself out of his pants, stroking as his mind wonders about how soft you'd feel on top of him, kissing his neck as you take him on your bed.

Casper who spares a second to look at this flushed cock, twitching pathetically in his hand. His hands, wet and slippery as his pre dribbles out of his cock. He lets out a hiss, his thumb pressing against the tip before resuming to strokes.

Casper who freezes when you call out his name, his hand going limp as he focuses back onto his monitor, seeing your beautiful face moving back into frame. Your eyes, looking through the screen towards what he hopes are his eyes. His cock twitches again, desperate for your touch.

Casper who as soon as you hang up, pulls off his shirt, moving one hand towards his pebbled chest covered in goosebumps before settling against his nipples, his fingers nudging and pinching at one as he lets out a strained groan.

Casper whose hand continues to stroke himself, speeding up and slowing down the way you'd do it, because all he wanted and needed in that moment was you. You and your soft hands, your swollen lips, your glassy eyes. The way you'd goad him on when he was close, the way you'd wrap your hand around his as he'd jerk off.

Casper whose lips let out small curses as he chases his high, his hand moving faster and faster as he strokes his flushed cock. His pre soaking his hand as it lets out a sinful noise, dripping down his arm. He bites his lip, his other hand gripping the arm of his chair as he brings himself over the edge.

Casper who comes with a breathy whine, cum trickling down his chest as he struggles to catch his breath. His hand slipping from his used cock as it brushes against his stomach. He lets out a hoarse curse as he closes his eyes, heading leaning back against the chair as he finds his bearings.

Casper who grabs his phone, texting you with wet hands,