Nezuko Makes Custom Video, Cums Saying His Name

So, you remember that Nezuko custom video I told you about? I finally got the nerve to make it, and honestly, it was way more intense than I ever expected, because the whole concept revolved around you being the only one watching. I set up my phone on the dresser, made sure the lighting was just right so you could see every little expression on my face, and I started talking to the camera like I was talking to you, a slow, whispered stream of all the things I’d been thinking about doing with you. I kept your name on my lips the entire time, letting it roll off my tongue as I started touching myself, my fingers tracing lazy circles while I imagined it was your hands on my skin, and that personal touch made my pulse hammer in my throat. The room got stuffy and warm, and I got so lost in the fantasy—in the idea of you seeing this—that every little gasp and shudder felt amplified, my hips bucking off the bed as I built up this desperate, needy feeling just for you. I can’t lie, I was soaking wet by the time I edged myself to the brink, and when I finally let go, the only thing in my head was saying your name, a broken, breathless mantra that pushed me right over the edge into a wave of pleasure that left me trembling and catching my breath on the sheets. Honestly, the way I moaned it still makes me blush, but the raw, unfiltered need in that moment was so fucking real, and thinking about how you’d react to hearing that—hearing me fall apart just for you—has me feeling warm all over again just remembering it.