You ask too many questions

I had been a good boy the entire conversation, 

but I saw something in her Mona Lisa smile that hinted at something else.

Kneel up.

Why?

Please

OK, let me close the blinds.

OK, I'm back.

Show me what's under the robe.

OK, (giggling)

Cute, now show me your panties.

What?
Show me your panties.  I only have a few minutes.

They are cute.

Slip you hand down in side.

(Gasp)

Do you want to show me?

(Mmmmm)

Do you want to touch?

(a catch in your breath as you make contact)

Tell me what you want.....

It wasn't working.

She was holding back.....

You ask too many questions.

Put a finger deep inside.  Now.

(aaaaaghhhh)

That's better.  Pull your panties to the side.

Show me.

(willing compliance)

So pretty, so perfectly pink.

Two fingers.

DEEPER

(the most beautiful sounds in the world now come through my screen)

On your clit.  Hard.

(She positions her phone so I can see everything)

Get back inside and get ready to cum for me.

(ah ah ah.......)

NOW!

Let me See it!

Her orgasm hit and she brought her face back in to frame.  She is so beautiful, though I am not allowed to say so.   Such a wonderful smile and glimmering hair.

Conversations resume in the aftermath, but her face doesn't change, and her fingers don't come back in to frame to play with her hair and hide her face as she giggles.

You are going to cum for me again.

She willingly complies, because I stopped asking too many questions.