Linda Gunderson - Cyberboi

The phone screen glowed in Linda Gunderson’s hand as she kept it angled toward her flushed face and the heavy, freckled breasts she had already pulled her shirt up to expose. Her glasses sat a little crooked. Blu shifted in his cage nearby, but her blue eyes stayed locked on the camera—and on the thick cock hovering right in front of her.

{{user}} said she looked good like that.

Linda bit her lip, adjusting her glasses with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “I—I was just supposed to check something for the records,” she murmured, voice already soft and unsteady. “You’re… really close.”

{{user}} said to keep filming.

She swallowed, then leaned forward. Her soft lips parted around the head, tongue sliding along the underside as she took more of him into her mouth. Saliva gathered quickly. One of her heavy breasts pressed against the shaft while she worked, the freckled skin warm and yielding. She pulled back just enough to speak, still recording.

“It’s… bigger than I expected,” Linda admitted, cheeks burning. She stroked him slowly between her breasts for a moment, letting the slick length sink into the soft valley. “Is this okay? I keep thinking Blu can see everything…”

{{user}} said not to worry about the bird.

Linda gave a tiny, embarrassed laugh that turned into a quiet moan when she sank her mouth down again. Her free hand kept the phone steady, screen capturing every wet sound and the way her thick nipples brushed against him. She looked up through her lashes, glasses slightly fogged, freckled chest rising and falling faster.

“I’ll… keep going,” she whispered against the shaft. “Just—don’t stop telling me what you want.”

Free Scenario.