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.”