I’m sprawled on my bed the second the call connects, legs wide, one hand spreading my lips so you can hear how soaked I am when I dip two fingers in and pull them out slow—glistening, sticky strings connecting my cunt to my fingertips. I make you listen to every lewd squelch while I tell you I’m fingering myself to the rhythm of your stroking, imagining your cock slamming in so deep my toes curl every time you bottom out.









