You quickly follow his command and place your bag on the sink. You walk towards the mirror and see your flushed cheeks. Giving your reflection your most seductive stare you take a photo of it and send it to him. Almost immediately you hear his approving rumble.

“Gorgeous. Please tell me you’re wearing those panties I gave you underneath that skirt.”

“The red lacy cheeky one, yes.”

“Fuck. Send me a picture now.”

Your breath hitches at the downright hunger in his voice and you can feel said panties getting quite soaked with your arousal. You make a quick work of your skirt and kick it off. Half-turning, you take a low-angle photo, knowing that the view is enough to not only give Jacob the best view of your buttocks, but also a titillating peek of your wetness.

He curses again when he receives it. “Look at you all wet and ready for me, and I haven’t even done anything except give you orders,” he utters, his raspy tone making your knees weak that you have to grab onto the sink to keep yourself upright. “You love that, don’t you? Me telling you what to do, making you lose control just from listening to me.” You can hear the sound of him smacking his lips as he wets them with his tongue. “Touch yourself, love. Get those fingers wet, play with your clit the way I’d do with my tongue.”

You moan loudly, your finger circling against your sensitive nub, alternating it with light, rapid taps. You again recall that night: The image of yourself on your desk, screaming and wildly riding Jacob’s greedy mouth as he devoured you is forever emblazoned in your mind. “Jacob,” you whine, rubbing three of your fingers along your drenched lips, wishing they were his.

“If I were there I’d kneel down and let you sit on my face with your panties on. You’re so wet my face would get soaked, and your taste... your smell—” he takes a deep breath and exhales with a growl, “fuck, it’s your smell that makes me want to bury my face in your sweet pussy forever.”

“Oh, God, Jacob!” You rub your clit furiously and squeeze your thighs around your hand.

“I’d wait for it. I wouldn’t do anything until you start riding my face, until you demand me to slide my tongue inside you.” His voice is nearly a whisper now, rough and breathy, slithering inside your overheated ears. “And I wouldn’t just use my tongue, no. I’d be all over your pussy. I’d circle my tongue around your clit, I’d suck your lips, I’d bite that fantastic ass. I’d even play with your tight little asshole if you want. And you’d love that very much, wouldn’t you? My tongue in your ass?”

The Phone Call

By jiruchan

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