STEFANIE: Yeah. I heard it. Do it again.
This woman! I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But I was. I slapped my cock against the phone again and for some strange reason, the sound was arousing as fuck.
STEFANIE: There he is. Hey, Big Guy. I know you miss me. I’ll be home in a few days. And when I get back, I’m going to make up for the time we were apart.
JULIAN: Oh, really? How are you going to do that?
STEFANIE: You’ll have to wait and see. Are you still holding him?
JULIAN: Yeah.
STEFANIE: Good. What are you wearing right now, Mr. Cattaneo?
JULIAN: Some black boxers.
Gripping my cock, I laid the phone down on the pillow, next to my head, just in case she was taking this where I thought she was.
STEFANIE:Hmmm. I wish I were there to see you in just your boxers.
JULIAN:I wish you were here also. What are you wearing?
STEFANIE:Just one of your t-shirts I brought with me. No bra. No panties.
I groaned, picturing her in one of my shirts, pussy bare, nipples hard.
STEFANIE:I’m spreading my legs open because it’s getting a little hot in here.
JULIAN:Touch yourself.
STEFANIE:Where?
JULIAN:You know where.
STEFANIE: I want to hear you say it.
I smiled. Apparently, I was rubbing off on her.
JULIAN: Touch that pretty pussy for me, Ms. Adams.
STEFANIE: Yes, sir.
I nearly groaned at her breathy reply.
STEFANIE: Are you gripping that big cock?
JULIAN: I am.
STEFANIE: Is it leaking for me?
I rubbed my cock, stroking it from base to tip, already leaking at the head.
JULIAN: Fuck, yeah!
STEFANIE: Tell me what you’re doing right now, Julian Cattaneo.
JULIAN: My hand is wrapped around my dick right now. I’m thinking about your mouth. The way you look up at me when you take it deep.
STEFANIE: Do you like it when I take it deep, when I gag on it?