Emma was panting and looking away from her phone; her chest heaving and her hand a little shaky. The other one holding the phone felt like it was going cramp if she held any tighter to the device. The young blonde slowly came down from her climactic high, and she gathered enough courage to look back at Jason, to see how he looked and what he was doing. His words—mostly the ones that referred her to being his whore—rung inside her head and made her shiver as she studies the celebrity. He was also blushing and moaning to himself. He looked like he was trembling where he sat, but Emma was smarter to assume that he was just cold. When he pleaded that she make him cum because he was still hard, that confirmed her suspicions. It also brought a seriously hot blush to her cheeks when he verbally imagines what she’d do to get him off—egging her on to continue the train of thought.<br/><br/>She did like the idea of getting on her knees for Jason. I think any woman would feel honored to get on her knees and pleasure the celebrity. The way he talked to her, condescendingly and authoritative...there was something in the center of her soul that seemed to have a primal/instinctual response—an enjoyment to such treatment. Even though so many women have fought for the right to be seen as equals with men, for some women, living the 50’s lifestyle domestically and sexually was all they could ever want in life. For Emma, she was beginning to think that that was the case. She desired to be treated unequally. She desired the orders and the punishments if rebellion ever occurred. She wanted to physically understand that no matter what she does, her man would always have the upper hand—the power to take her freedom away and treat her like the whore she wants to be for him.<br/><br/><i>‘Right now... make me cum, Emma.’ </i><br/><br/>His words stir up her insides, and even though he was talking in the imaginative sense of her getting on her knees, there was something in Emma telling her to drop from the couch. So she does. Slipping from the couch cushion and landing on the floor, Emma raises her phone to imitate what it would look like from Jason’s perspective for him. Looking up, her blonde hair cascades away from her face, but a few strands remain; her gorgeous blue eyes staring straight into the camera of her phone as she sits on her knees and rests her free hand upon its matching thigh. This was brand new for the wife, and Jason would be able to tell from the blush creeping from her neck all the way up to her cheeks, but she was determined. Jason had asked her to do something, and she was complying; despite the horrible guilt of being a cheater festering deep in her stomach. Emma didn’t care though. She’d deal with that later. She forgets to breathe during these few moments, and so whenever realizing and relieving her lungs, a gasp comes from her. A very sensual-sounding gasp if you’re as horny as the famous man on the phone.<br/><br/>Before she even thought she had the courage to say anything, Emma’s mouth was opening and speaking. “Cum in my mouth, Jason... Give it to me.. F-Feel my tongue on you.. my lips..” her nerves were starting to appear, but she fights the anxiety. “F-Feed your whore, Jason,” she stutters out, her eyes widening at what she said before she relaxes to the sounds of Jason gasping and grunting and groaning about being close. Her pussy pulsed awake after listening to herself talk so dirtily, and Jason could watch as her free hand reaches down underneath her shorts and panties and touches at the soaked sex between her thighs. The camera was angled so that Jason could almost see down her shirt, but it was also a reminder of how decently large her bust was (if he had forgotten when they last video called), and the thickness of the way her thighs look when sitting on her knees and calves. All of this talk of being a whore and helping Jason cum got Emma excited again, and she tries her best to not look away when she’d gasp and quietly yelp. Her clit sensitive at the moment and under threat of her fingers.<br/><br/>“Jason...” Emma whines out, her eyebrows knitting together as she pleadingly looks up into the camera; her arm getting shaky and tired from holding the phone at that angle. “Please cum for me. Cum for me,” she begs, her lips parting and her cheeks growing even redder as she assaults her clit and trembles on the floor.