ππ+ π¦ππ§π’ | he sends you a voice message while heβs away.
βhey sweet thing. missing yaβ.β
his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.
βhow have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while βm gone.β he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.
βwish you could feel how much iβm missing you.β you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasnβt even trying to hide it.
a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. βshit baby, iβm so hard just thinkinβ about you.β he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.
he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. βlisten to it. listen to what you do to me.β he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.
βwish you were here. yβknow, sucking me off.β he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. βgosh, youβd look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.β he continued.
βor you could just sit on it. let me hump you βtil you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.β he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.
βif you were here, iβd bend you right over this desk and fuckββ he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. βiβd do so much to you darling, but youβre just not here. and itβs killing me.β
βmiss you, so fuckinβ bad.β his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.
βbet youβre touching yourself too, huh?β you could hear his smirk through the phone, βbet youβre getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. youβre evil.β he grunted.
βshit, iβm close.β he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.
βthis oneβs for you.β he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.
βitβs so much.β he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. βand i blame it on you.β he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.
βanyway. iβll be back soon. love you, byee.β he spoke before blowing an obnoxious kiss to the phone and cutting the voice message.













