You Ruin Me… And I Love It

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I admit it, there's something so, so hot about how my phone rings at any given time. And it's you. Sometimes I say hello and you respond with a giggle.

Sometimes just breathing. You like to call me, tease me, tell me how horny you are. How you just wanted to speak to me, real quick, and am I busy? Too busy for you? Unlikely.

On occasion, it'll just be poor, poor timing. Maybe I'm in my car, or carrying packages into the house. So unfortunate.

Although those are only occasional happenings, most of the time, I'm more than available for you. And you love to tell me how turned on you are. And how you can't help it, you're just so horny.

Sometimes you'll tell me how you're playing with your nipple. And I'll just listen, listen to the sounds, feeling my cock, filled with blood and gorge in my pants. Sometimes you'll start mewing, moaning.

You like to tell me how wet you are, how soaked your panties feel against your pussy. How you love touching yourself while you have me on the phone. And you tell me there's something about listening to me on the other side.

How you equally enjoy hearing that bit of desperation that comes over me. Sometimes immediately. Sometimes only minutes after you tell me all your tawd reactions.

After you tell me how your fingers are inside your pants, circling your clit. And how you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You like that tease.

You like to hear my breath start slowing. You like to listen more closely. Discovering, like a detective, that I have come to the point unable to do anything but slip my own hand inside my pants.

Grip my cock while we talk. Sometimes you'll tell me that you're laying down. You wish that I was there cuddling with you.

Or you'll tell me that you decided to put on something sexy. How you enjoyed yourself even more as you played dress up with me on the phone. I think you knew and do know exactly, exactly what you're doing.

You like to describe everything in detail. You like to tell me how those panties are swallowed by your ass and pulled tightly against you. Your fingers are slowly moving around your mouth, tracing up and down your slit.

How you wish I was there to take out my cock and slowly slide myself against you. How you much prefer to feel your pussy spread apart as you slid your hips back and forth against my shaft. But the toy will have to do.

And I can hear the sliding as you manipulate that thing across your wet and swollen pussy. You'll tell me how hard your clit is, how soaking wet your fingers are. How you like to hear me becoming more and more desperate as I listen to you pleasuring yourself as you emotionally torture me.

You want to know if my hand is wrapped around my cock. What do you think? Do you think I could even help myself? Picturing you with your toy, listening to your breath shallowing.

Thinking about what it would be like with my fingers against that pussy. Thinking about how it would feel to grab and squeeze your ass. Your hand wrapped around my cock is stroking me and pumping me as my thumb moved around your clit.

Giving you that feedback, telling you how wonderfully wet your pussy feels for me. Feeling the head of my cock swelling as you stroke it running your soft fingertips. Feeling the pain as you move your face closer.

You tell me you wish you could be sucking this cock while you're fingering yourself and fucking yourself with that toy. You tell me I better not come as you increase your pace. And then it's all over.

You want to know if I made a mess. You want to know if I have to go and change my pants or wash off my belly. Mop the floor perhaps.

You torture me and I fucking love it.