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Even before I started doing phone sex my cunny would get wet if the wind blowed the right way. Now, all I think and talk about is the next cock inside of me. And I just can’t help myself.
Yesterday, it happened while I was driving. I got a flashback to last night’s fun and the pulsing between my thighs was unbearable. Suddenly my thong felt too tight against my clit and was starting to get wet. I grabbed the cold soda can from the center console and pressed it to my neck. But the fire was coming from my purring pussy. The can slid lower until I was squeezing it between my thighs. Doing anything I can to relieve the heat between them.
Phone Sex is Turning Me Into an Addict
It was like I was back in my bedroom. Like I was back in bed with the phone pressed to my ear listening to him stroke his cock. Naked except for a pair of soaked panties pushed to the side. My hands teasing my tits and then my clit while he told me all the things he wanted me to do to him. My hands going straight to my dildo and bringing it to my greedy, wet cunt when he said he wanted to fuck me. Waiting so patiently for him to slide his cock in, so that I could copy with my dildo.
I was trying to focus on driving, but that was impossible. My hips had thrust into the cold can so hard, the metal was starting to cut into my thigh. I needed to cum so bad. I pulled over to yank my shorts off. My foot went up on the dashboard and I leaned my seat back. I snatched my panties to the side. My pretty pussy was begging to be pet. My fingers would have to be enough for right now, I didn’t have enough time to make it back home.
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