Yeah? ( an airy, melodious note to her tone, meant to goad the impatience she know wavers against his tongue. he's all fluent want, laugh of his carrying a warmth she has a feeling doesn't often come about, but she's far too distracted to linger on the thought. later, perhaps. for now, she'll indulge him a caress of middle and ring digits side by side to the seam of her panties, hips giving a small rut in response, a sigh let into the phone. )
You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.
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You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.