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Dirty phone talk

‘You want me to say what?’ stammered my lover, his cheeks turning bright pink. ‘I am not sure I can do that.’

I laughed, and leaned in closer to him. My lips brushed against his ear, and I whispered something that sent shivers of excitement down his spine. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth!

It wasn’t just words though, it was dirty phone talk, and I was surprisingly good at it. My lover gasped as I talked about all the naughty things I wanted to do to him, each sentence more titillating than the next. My voice sent an undeniable flush of heat through his body, and before I knew it, he was getting caught up in the moment.

He began to talk back, repeating my phrases and adding more of his own naughty ideas. It wasn’t long before our conversation had become a veritable symphony of desire and carnal delight. I felt a swirling mass of desire building inside me, and I had to have his cock fucking my face.

Eventually, the danger of not fucking my throat then and there, became too great, but what is excitement without a risk.

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