Page 125 of Once a Month

“Jesus. You really need it, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

“Are you already–”

“It won’t take long,” she says.

“Damn. One second.” I shift until my hand is inside the shorts I threw on after my shower. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“What are you wearing?”

“A pair of shorts and a shirt.”

“Bra?”

“No.”

“Panties?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Are you over or under?”

“Under,” I say, stroking myself.

“How wet are you?” she asks.

“Very,” she says. “I just did this to myself about an hour ago.”

“You did?”

“Yes.” I stroke harder.

“Were you thinking about me?”

“Yes.”

Fuck, she’s got me so turned on, I can’t find the spot I need. I’m too wet and slide around until I can finally find what I need.

“What was I doing to you?”

“Actually, I was sucking on your clit.”

“Jesus,” she says. “Did you make me come?”

“Don’t I always?” I ask, smirking.

“Yes, you do. I’m going inside for a second.”

“Oh, yes. Fuck yourself, babe.” I slip inside myself as well and listen to her for a minute. “So good.”

“Are you close?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, moving back out to my clit that needs me to touch it.

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