Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
I was lying in my bed, all the lights out, nothing but the sound of the wind outside my window and the husky voice tickling my ear through the other side of my phone. My ankles rubbed together, and my heart was fluttering in my chest. “Did you think about me today?” Dale’s deep baritone slithered down my spine and seemed to settle right over my clit. As if he were licking it from miles away. I pushed my knees together and made a meek little mewling sound as an admission that I had been thinking about him. “And did you touch yourself when you thought of me, Ronnie?”
Ugh, that invisible lick of his voice on my clit swirled until the fluttering in my chest could be felt right there in that swollen bundle of nerves. “I always touch myself when I think about you.”
When I Think About You
Dale let out a husky chuckle, and my fingers fisted around the phone. “Tell me how you touched yourself.” I could hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and the rustling of his taking his cock into his hand. I swallowed tight and closed my eyes against the embarrassment I was feeling. The embarrassment that, for some reason, was flooding my panties right now.
“I just rubbed,” I inhaled and closed my eyes, thinking of how it felt. “Rubbed my pussy with two fingers.”
“Did you put them inside of you?” My cheeks flamed, and I giggled.
“No! Just over my clit.” I was panting a little as he laughed again and then groaned a little as if it turned him on that I hadn’t.
“Do it for me, now. Slip two fingers into that little cunt and think about how it would feel to have my cock stretching you open.” Oh! I gasped as I obeyed and even whimpered his name. “Good girl, Ronnie. Tell me how it feels.”
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443