Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Sitting in front of his computer at work, dick in hand, he stroked. Hig blue balls tensing; he’d been edging for hours now. The pornstar playing on the screen looked nothing like his little wife at home. She was filthy; precum smeared all over her pretty face. His wife would never do something like that. She was too proper to be the cum slut he desired.
Hunched forward as he stroked himself closer and closer to orgasm. A groan shifted out of his chest; just a few more strokes and he’d feel the release he was craving. Instead of achieving the orgasm, he’d hoped for, his proper wife breezed into his office door.