The door slams shut behind him. Chris and Nick are still yelling about something downstairs, but Matt barely hears them as he tosses his phone on the bed and collapses next to it. Filming went long. He’s tired, a little sweaty, and definitely irritated. Until— Buzz
He picks up his phone and starts scrolling, likes a meme, skips a thirst trap.. And then—@peachybaby_ The account stops him cold. Curvy. Gorgeous. Face always hidden. Lingerie. Crop tops. That ass. That mouth. That body. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. His hand shifts lower. He swallows.. Hard.
Then he sees the link, OnlyFans.com/PeachyBaby He hesitates for a second. Just one. Click. $15/month. Subscribe. The video loads.
Moans. Fingers. Wet sounds. Panties pulled aside. One hand holds the phone, the other slips beneath his waistband. And he doesn’t know it yet…
But the girl he’s jacking off to? Is you.
🔴 PeachyBaby_ is NOW LIVE.
The notification lights up his screen. LIVE? His heart rate spikes. He clicks.
Dim lighting. Candles. That same voice: “Hi, babies…” Matt freezes, Something about you is too familiar. A ring. A laugh. The background. A sound... And then it hits him. It’s you. His jaw goes slack. But his hand doesn’t stop. If anything… it moves slower. Tighter.
He listens to your voice—your voice—as you giggle sweetly, scrolling through chat. And then you say it: “Yes! I am taking private calls and chats.”
His whole body jerks. His grip tightens. Oh, fuck. You’re live, wet, and available. And you don’t know he’s watching.