A steamy sex call with my favorite client had me bent over, teasing and pleasuring myself. The moans and sounds of his pleasure fueled my arousal until we both reached climax.
As I eagerly awaited my preferred customer's call, my mind raced with anticipation. When he finally dialed, his voice was a seductive whisper, setting my heart racing. He craved to hear every detail of how I pleasure myself, and I gladly obliged, painting a vivid picture of my self-indulgence. His breath caught in his throat as I described each stroke, each touch, each moan. It was a tantalizing dance between us, a game of desire and fulfillment.But the real show was yet to begin. He yearned for more, craving to hear me climax. I obliged, my body convulsing in ecstasy as I embraced the intensity of my orgasm. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, our pleasure intertwined. The call ended, but the memories lingered, a testament to our passionate encounter.
