We havenât discussed Cal giving you a pearl necklaceâą and its a disgrace. Do we remember the combo of white button up/black pants he wore on stage? Now with that in mind, imagine Cal leaning back against a wall, the buttons of his shirt open, the pants are pulled down ever so slightly so you could pull his dick out. You had a fancy dress on, but that was long gone leaving you only covered in the most hoe-ish lingerie you found in your closet. 1/3
You scratched his thighs to get him to groan loudly and starting to fuck your mouth. You put your hands behind your back, relaxed and let Cal hold your head to side a bit and do his thing. Heâd look so good chanting âyes dollâ, mouth hanging open, breathless. When he came, he pushed you back, jerked himself above your chest and made a mess of you. 2/3
You know heâd take a picture of you like that, right? Heâd carry the photo everywhere he went. The photo would show Calâs hand on your throat keeping you in place with his thumb in your mouth. 3/3
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Most times when you could get each other off over the phone, both of you were secluded away from the world. But there were times when heâd call and you were unable to answer him. And so youâd send the text âuse the photo handsome and iâll make it up to you laterâ and he would. his brain would bring up the noises you made, moaning his name as he jerked himself off, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back in frustration, chasing his orgasm before he came over his stomach. and maybe itâs three am and youâre finally away and you text him to see if heâs still awake and he immediately facetimeâs you. âa bit eagerâ youâd giggle but heâd shake his head âdonât tease doll, please baby, you donât know how i wish i was home right now so i can go that little bit deeper, hand around your throat to make you whimper my name and beg for me.â and youâre immediately moaning, fingers finding your clit as heâs spurring you on and you can hear his own moans and so youâre telling him what youâd do in return, and it gets to the point that youâre so close and he knows it but he waits until heâs close before he says âcum for me sweetheart, I wanna hear you cry out my name.â and you do, hearing his own voice echo back with yours as you both catch your breaths before you sigh, turning onto your side, phone gripped in your free hand. âhow much longer have we gotta wait? I miss you Cal.â âsoon princess, I promise.âÂ

















