She heard his breath in her ear. “Are আপনি stroking yourself for me, thinking about my mouth on you, Niall?” Lacey whispered into into the phone imagining him aroused and stiff heightened her own desires and she felt a pulse inside of her, between her legs, the beginning of moistening. She let loose a primal sound, envisioning his hard member as her free hand snaked under her শার্ট to her breast, stroking the side and lightly caressing the hard nub upon it. “I’m right with you, baby.” She told him across an ocean. “I’m touching myself. আপনি like it when I play with myself when I suck your cock.”

In his head he saw her, her head over his lap, her mouth stroking him, one hand at the base and the other tweaking her breast and he squeezed his cock a little tighter, feeling his response meet his arousal. “Yes, yes.” he agreed, stroking his cock in tight half-strokes, just his two fingers underneath and his thumb on top. He felt the sensations as his digits brushed the crown, stroking the sensitive area beneath. “Your mouth is always so good one me, Lace.”