Picture me on all fours, phone wedged against my ear, ass arched high while I reach back and spread myself open for the fantasy of you. I slide three fingers in knuckle-deep, curling them hard against that spot that makes my thighs quake, panting “this is how tight I’d be around your cock—milking you, begging you to fill me up”—and when I cum I clench so hard my whole body locks, voice breaking into a long, filthy moan of your name.















