His lips curled into a wolfish grin.
"You know, you look so good right now, Yelena. But if you really want to help relax, you should jiggle them for ." Mika said, voice low, coaxing, half-daring, half-pleading. "Just a little. C’mon, make ’em bounce, let see you move them around."
Hearing this, she was surprised by his audacity with her eyes narrowing. But her hands didn’t move away.
Instead, after a mont’s hesitation, she adjusted her phone so he could see her from the collarbone down and then let out a sigh that was more playful than annoyed—before she began to gently jiggle her chest, the motion making her breasts wobble and bounce with each movent.
"Like this, Mika?" She glanced back up at the cara, searching Mika’s face for his reaction, cheeks blazing. "You want to shake them around like this? God, you’re such a pervert sotis..."
She said, the accusation softened by the shy pride flickering in her smile.
Mika groaned, the sound genuine, delight and arousal mixing in his voice.
"Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good. But now, take your hands and—yeah, massage them for , would you? Bare them, show off those perfect nipples too. Make it count, Yelena, I want to see you really touch yourself."
For a second she hesitated, breath hitching in her throat, but then she nodded, a determined little glimr in her eyes.
"You are so lucky I love you." She muttered, more to herself than to him, as she cupped her breasts in both hands and began to knead them slowly, thumbs brushing over her own nipples until they stood out, stiff and flushed, from the pale skin.
She closed her eyes, shivering a little at the sensation, then glanced back at the cara, fingers flicking and circling, pinching softly.
"You want it like this, Mika? You want to touch my nipples like this, just for you?" She asked, voice lower now, more sultry, the teasing laced with a thread of honest arousal.
Mika sucked in a shaky breath, his free hand curling around the blanket at his waist, trying not to let his own arousal get the better of him—at least not yet.
"Fuck, yes, Yelena. It’s perfect, you look so fucking hot right now. I just want to co ho and ruin you, drive you crazy until you can’t even stand. You have no idea what you do to , how badly I want you."
The words sent a shiver through her, her thighs clenching instinctively beneath her desk.
For all her teasing, she could feel herself heating up, could feel the needy ache growing.
She brought her face closer to the cara, her lips parted, her breath quickening, then—embarrassnt lting away—pressed her bare chest right up to the lens so all Mika could see was soft pink, delicate skin, her nipples squished gently against the glass, filling his screen with nothing but her.
"There, you greedy little beast. Is this close enough for you?" She murmured, her voice a blend of affection and heat.
Mika nearly whimpered, fighting the urge to shove his hand into his pants right there, in the damn hospital. His eyes glazed a little, lips parted, drinking in the sight of her so close, so bare, so his.
But before he could say anything else, a sudden voice crashed through the mont.
"Oh Mama, I just wanna—"
The voice stopped, sharp and confused.
"What—what the hell, Mama?! Why are you naked out here and squeezing your nipples!?"
Yelena’s head whipped around, panic flaring in her eyes.
"Wait—hold on, wait, don’t co here—!"
But before she could block the cara, a young face popped into view—Charlotte.
"Mika! It’s you!"
Charlotte looked at Mika for a long mont, her expression cycling through surprise, resignation, and then sothing like tired amusent.
She gave a dramatic, weary sigh, shoulders slumping, as if this sort of spectacle was simply the norm these days.
"Of course it’s you, Mika. Why am I not surprised?" She said, shaking her head.
"For a second, I thought Mama was checking her breasts for so weird rash or scar or sothing on cara. But no, here you are, sitting there grinning like an idiot as she...well, you know. I should’ve guessed."
"Why didn’t I just think of you first?" She let out another groan, a theatrical roll of her eyes, and muttered. "Honestly, you two are sothing else."
It was true—over the last few days, Mika and Yelena’s intimacy had gone from hidden secret to barely concealed routine, and Charlotte, initially shocked and a little flattered to witness it, now mostly felt exasperated.
The surprise had faded; in its place, a strange, simring jealousy had begun to grow, as if she was watching Yelena get all the affection and attention she sotis craved for herself.
Charlotte then shot a sharp look at Yelena, crossing her arms.
"And you, Mama—what’s your excuse? Leave Mika aside, he’s always going to be like that. But what about you? What makes you start showing off your breasts and playing with them on cara like it’s nothing?"
Yelena, still flushed and trying to cover herself, stamred.
"I-I just...he looked so pitiful, Charlotte. He said he was exhausted, and if he saw my breasts, it would make him feel better. I just—didn’t want to disappoint him, that’s all..."
This only seed to frustrate Charlotte more. She felt that old flare of jealousy, watching Yelena try to justify herself, making it sound like she was the only one who could make Mika happy.
So, with a sly smile, Charlotte squared her shoulders and said, "If Mika’s really so pitiful that he needs to see breasts through the screen, then you don’t have to do it all by yourself. I’ll handle it myself, thanks."
Before either Mika or Yelena could react, Charlotte tugged off her top in a single motion, tossed her bra aside, and thrust her beautiful, ample breasts right up to the cara, the soft flesh jiggling invitingly with her movents.
"What about these, Mika?" She teased, her voice bold. "You love these, don’t you? Don’t lie, you always stare when you get the chance. These are better than Mama’s, right? Don’t you want to see them up close? I bet you’d love them even more."
Mika blinked, a surge of surprise and arousal rushing through him at the sight.
For a split second, he was caught off guard, but then grinned in disbelief, clearly turned on by the competitive energy crackling through the room.
Yelena, for her part, felt a burst of possessiveness she couldn’t entirely explain. It was almost as if Charlotte was swooping in to steal sothing precious away.
"Charlotte, I know you think you’re helping, but there’s no reason for you to get naked right now." Her voice ca out sharper than she ant. "I started this, so I’ll finish it. No need for you to push in."
But Charlotte didn’t back down, lifting her chin defiantly.
"No need? Please. You looked ready to faint just showing a little skin, Mama. Let take care of it. Clearly, Mika prefers a little enthusiasm."
"Oh, really? Or maybe he’s already satisfied with what he has in front of him and doesn’t need any other disturbances"
Yelena shot back, moving forward so the cara captured the two of them side-by-side, both frad by the lens, neither willing to yield.
Charlotte only smiled, her eyes glittering with determination.
"Or maybe you should let , Mama. I’m better at this than you think. I’m willing to get a little rougher for Mika, if that’s what he needs to feel better!"
The competitive energy spiked. Yelena pushed her shoulder against Charlotte’s, trying to nudge her out of the center of the fra.
"Rougher? What are you going to do, flex at him? I know Mika’s tastes! He prefers a gentle touch, don’t you, Mika? See? I can do this much better!"
She demonstrated, grabbing her own breast firmly and giving it a possessive squeeze toward the cara.
Charlotte instantly retaliated, pushing back with her chest, their soft, warm flesh squishing together.
"Oh, please. If he wanted ’gentle,’ he wouldn’t be staring like a starving wolf right now! He needs to see soone who isn’t afraid to show off what she’s got!"
"I can do more than squeeze, Mama; I can make them dance for him!"
Charlotte lifted her hands and began to boldly massage her own breast, making the soft flesh jiggle enticingly toward the lens.
"You think that’s impressive?" Yelena gasped, the contact of their breasts sending an electric flush through her.
She then reached out, her hand boldly seizing Charlotte’s breast and giving it a firm, demanding squeeze.
"Look at this, Mika! Who has the better texture? Mine are softer, right? I bet you’d rather have your hands on these!"
"Ahh!♡~" Charlotte moaned softly at the sudden, unexpected touch, but her competitive drive was instantly reignited.
"No way! These are the ones you want, Mika! They’re bigger, they’re sotter, and I’ll even let you suck on this nipple when you co back if you tell Mama I’m better!"
As she spoke, she reached out and returned the favor, aggressively stroking Yelena’s breast while twisting her own body to keep her chest closest to the screen.
"Stop touching ! You’re cheating!" Yelena cried out, but even her protest was laced with heat as she felt Charlotte’s hand on her flesh. "I’ll show you better! I can do tricks with my nipples you haven’t even thought of!"
The rivalry had devolved into full-on, aggressive molestation. They were pushing, squeezing, twisting, and openly fondling their own and each other’s breasts, their voices escalating in a desperate, breathy competition to impress Mika.
Mika, watching the live, two-person peep show, was now beyond coherent thought.
His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his lips were parted, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He was on the absolute brink of losing all sense of place and ti.
The urge to shove his hand into his pants, to yank out his cock and start stroking it right there in the hospital room, was almost unbearable. He was seconds away from completely shattering all restraint.
But just as the chaos reached its peak, with Yelena shoving Charlotte back against the desk and Charlotte twisting to slap Yelena’s hand away, the inevitable happened.
The table holding Yelena’s phone was unstable. The violent motion of their physical fight caused the desk to shake, sending the phone tumbling.
There was a loud clatter as the phone hit the floor.
And instantly, the screen went black.
The video call was cut.
The silence in Mika’s hospital room was sudden and absolute. He stared blankly at the dark screen, his breathing ragged, his body rigid with agonizing, unspent arousal.
"No...No!" Mika whispered, the frustration crushing him instantly. He slamd his fist down onto the mattress. "What the hell?! Are you kidding ?! Right now?! You cut out right now?!"
He snatched up his own phone, his fingers flying in a desperate attempt to call back, but his mind was too clouded by rage and lust.
The climax was stolen, the ultimate mont of eroticism and dominance completely sabotaged by a damn accident.
The sheer, overwhelming frustration was a physical pain, leaving him panting and utterly miserable.
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