“Tell me what you’re doing,” he demanded softly.
“I’m pulling my nipples with my left hand, and I have my right hand on my pussy.”
She found it most difficult to talk when she was excited like this; it was all she could do to pant her responses.
“Yes,” he said, “Yes. Tell me more.”
“Now I have my fingers in my pussy, pretending it’s your cock that’s filling me, and I’m stroking my clit; that ridge right above my clit. Oh…”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh…”
“Keep doing that. I love it when you touch yourself. I’ll call you back in 6 minutes…no; I can’t wait that long, I’ll call back in 4 minutes. And don’t stop what you’re doing.”
The room was dark and fragrant with her wetness. As instructed, she continued to massage her breasts and clit, rubbing her legs together and moaning like a bitch in heat.
Exactly 4 minutes later, the phone rang,
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me.”
…his cock teased the lips of her pussy. Up and down, side to side, driving her crazy until she was whimpering and begging…please…please…his mouth warm and wet on her nipples. She arched her body off the bed and threw her head back as she clawed at the blanket, asking him to fuck her…oh god please fuck her.
Only then did he inch…sink…slowly into her hot throbbing moistness. Her pussy immediately shrink-wrapped around him, devouring his cock as she bit her bottom lip until it bled.
Yes…oh yes…deeper and deeper still. She drew him in until he could go no further. Her head thrashed ferociously as electronic shocks of pleasure detonated and coursed through her body…she was on fire as his cock exploded.
She lay still until she was breathing normally and could speak.
“Mmmm, baby baby…”
But he had already hung up.