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Phone Sex

I just got off the phone with S. God I miss him. He’s the strong silent type with a smirk that will make you melt…or want to bite him. I tend to want to bite him a lot. I think I will be getting a ball gag for my birthday if I keep it up. S says I have the ability to turn just about anything into something naughty. “Wonka”. Thank you S. I’m proud that it’s one of my best qualities…as for skills…remember this?

You…and I.

You, having me stripped naked and finding me wet.

You, pinching my shaved lips until I moaned.

MMMMM.

You, walking me over to the couch and bending me over the arm, pushing my face into the cushions.

You, securing my hands behind my back.

You spanking and rubbing my ass until it is warm and red.

OOOOO.

It is so red.

Over and over.

More and more.

God it hurts so good.

You, pinching my lips again. They are hungry and swollen.

You, start fingering me and I beg for more.

You, asking me where I want it and I answer.

You, entering my ass and I barely catch my breath.

You, riding me hard, punishing my ass even more. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

You, reaching around and pinching my breast and I start to moan and arch my back into you.

You, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back and finishing me off with a few hard strokes. I scream and collapse from the release.

You, withdrawing and stroke your cock until you cover my ass in cum.