machine back in the day. I would have ruined you.”
“You’re ruining me now!” she laughs. “And I think I could have handled you back then, as long as my girlfriend could have joined us.”
My beer dribbles down my chin. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” My cock, which had been twitching to life since I heard the first sweet strains of her voice, was now rock hard and standing at attention.
“Maybe I am.” Her voice is sweet as honey. “Is that allowed?”
“Tell me more about this girl you dated.” I settle back onto the sofa.
“She wasn’t just any girl. She was my roommate.”
“You’re shitting me,” I say.
“You guys kept me on lockdown 24/7,” she says. “all that sexual energy had to go somewhere.”
“I’m going to need details,” I say. Because if my imagination fills in the blanks, things are going to get filthy fast. “Was it different being with her?”
“Yeah. She was the first and last woman I was ever with. The sex was hot, but I realized I wanted someone with muscles and body hair and. . . a dick.”
“What was your favorite thing to do to each other?” I fumble with my belt buckle.
“Hmm, let me think . . .” She’s having entirely too much fun with this.
“Caroline, where are your hands right now?”
She giggles at my question. “Where do you think they are?”
“I think you’ve got a hand buried in that sweet little cunt, and I’m fucking jealous.”
“You caught me. I’m lying on my big king bed, all by myself, with my legs spread wide open.” I rub at the front of my pants, massaging my cock through my trousers.
“I bet you’re so wet right now.”
“I am, baby. My fingers are just gliding through my wet little slit. I wish you were here to play with me.”
“I’d bury my face in your sugary cunt and lick you dry.”
“You take such good care of me,” she says. “I want you to take your cock out and stroke it for me. Lie back and work it nice and slow while I tell you a dirty story.”
I tear open my pants, working my thick cock in my fist while I stretch out on the sofa. “Tell me a story about you and your girlfriend and the deliciously dirty things you used to do together,” I say. “Feel free to go into as much detail as you want.”
Her throaty laugh. God, I wish she was here in my arms so we could get each other off.
“Scissoring was my favorite. We would both get waxed, so rubbing our sweet little pussies together was perfection. She was so soft and slick, and sometimes we’d get lined up perfectly so our hard little clits would rub together.”
Holy fuck. My breath catches in my throat.
“But that wasn’t what I was thinking about now. I can’t stop thinking about what it would have been like if you’d joined the two of us back then. And all the fun things we could have done together.”
“Tell me,” I say as I jack my cock in my fist. My precum is dribbling down my shaft, and I know I’m going to blow a big load in record time.
“I’d start by showing her how to suck your cock so that both of our hot little mouths could work your giant dick at the same time.”
All I could manage was a moan.
“I’d lick up and down the length of you while she sucked on the tip. I’d lick those heavy balls that are probably up tight against you right now, while she tried to suck you deeper. Would you like that?”
“Fuck. Yes. You know I would.”
“What about you? Would you take care of both of us?”
I sure as hell would. Or die trying. Because that much pleasure would probably kill me. “I’d work you both over nice and slow and make you come until you couldn’t take any more.”
“Would you use your cock? Those capable hands? Or that talented mouth?”
“I’d start with my mouth. I’d lay you together on the bed and spread you both open so I could take turns tasting you.”
It’s her turn to groan into the phone. “Her pussy tasted so sweet. You’d love it.”
“Yours is the sweetest
“You’re ruining me now!” she laughs. “And I think I could have handled you back then, as long as my girlfriend could have joined us.”
My beer dribbles down my chin. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” My cock, which had been twitching to life since I heard the first sweet strains of her voice, was now rock hard and standing at attention.
“Maybe I am.” Her voice is sweet as honey. “Is that allowed?”
“Tell me more about this girl you dated.” I settle back onto the sofa.
“She wasn’t just any girl. She was my roommate.”
“You’re shitting me,” I say.
“You guys kept me on lockdown 24/7,” she says. “all that sexual energy had to go somewhere.”
“I’m going to need details,” I say. Because if my imagination fills in the blanks, things are going to get filthy fast. “Was it different being with her?”
“Yeah. She was the first and last woman I was ever with. The sex was hot, but I realized I wanted someone with muscles and body hair and. . . a dick.”
“What was your favorite thing to do to each other?” I fumble with my belt buckle.
“Hmm, let me think . . .” She’s having entirely too much fun with this.
“Caroline, where are your hands right now?”
She giggles at my question. “Where do you think they are?”
“I think you’ve got a hand buried in that sweet little cunt, and I’m fucking jealous.”
“You caught me. I’m lying on my big king bed, all by myself, with my legs spread wide open.” I rub at the front of my pants, massaging my cock through my trousers.
“I bet you’re so wet right now.”
“I am, baby. My fingers are just gliding through my wet little slit. I wish you were here to play with me.”
“I’d bury my face in your sugary cunt and lick you dry.”
“You take such good care of me,” she says. “I want you to take your cock out and stroke it for me. Lie back and work it nice and slow while I tell you a dirty story.”
I tear open my pants, working my thick cock in my fist while I stretch out on the sofa. “Tell me a story about you and your girlfriend and the deliciously dirty things you used to do together,” I say. “Feel free to go into as much detail as you want.”
Her throaty laugh. God, I wish she was here in my arms so we could get each other off.
“Scissoring was my favorite. We would both get waxed, so rubbing our sweet little pussies together was perfection. She was so soft and slick, and sometimes we’d get lined up perfectly so our hard little clits would rub together.”
Holy fuck. My breath catches in my throat.
“But that wasn’t what I was thinking about now. I can’t stop thinking about what it would have been like if you’d joined the two of us back then. And all the fun things we could have done together.”
“Tell me,” I say as I jack my cock in my fist. My precum is dribbling down my shaft, and I know I’m going to blow a big load in record time.
“I’d start by showing her how to suck your cock so that both of our hot little mouths could work your giant dick at the same time.”
All I could manage was a moan.
“I’d lick up and down the length of you while she sucked on the tip. I’d lick those heavy balls that are probably up tight against you right now, while she tried to suck you deeper. Would you like that?”
“Fuck. Yes. You know I would.”
“What about you? Would you take care of both of us?”
I sure as hell would. Or die trying. Because that much pleasure would probably kill me. “I’d work you both over nice and slow and make you come until you couldn’t take any more.”
“Would you use your cock? Those capable hands? Or that talented mouth?”
“I’d start with my mouth. I’d lay you together on the bed and spread you both open so I could take turns tasting you.”
It’s her turn to groan into the phone. “Her pussy tasted so sweet. You’d love it.”
“Yours is the sweetest
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