Honey, you are calling late tonight. Always great to hear your voice. You tell me that is hard to talk right now and that you have to whisper. You can’t be too loud because your girl is in the next room.
You make me wet, when you whisper, “Sometimes, I wish she was you. Sky, I love the way you say my name. It sounds so sweet, as if coming from the lips of an angel.”
I tell you, “Baby, it’s funny that you are calling tonight. I was thinking about you today. I heard a song that reminded me of you. I have been craving a taste of you all day.”
I hear your words and they make me weak.
You ache for my lips, the taste of my kiss, and the sound of my voice. You ache for the way you feel with my mouth on your cock, my sweet lips and my talented tongue. You get more excited by me describing how I pleasure your cock with my lips, than you do from your girl in the next room.
Here I am making you cum. You leave a little cum on my lips. I ask you to kiss you one more time before you leave me. You feel my kiss. The lips of your angel.
Love,
Skylar
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