Gotta take that call, huh?

Consider me as a diversion instead of doodling while you finish up your business. That's right, a hand on the small of my back flips me over the couch, and I'll stay there, obedient while you run your hands down to my ass, over my thighs, up my skirt. I balance on the tips of my toes while you explore the line where my panties hug my curves, and then rudely move them aside, caress my hot wet mound as I writhe against your fingers, trying to be quiet, and then my little moans as you start to fuck me with them. the tone of your voice doesn't change as you plunge in. I can feel you looking at me, loving it as I arch my back and spread my legs, as you play my G spot and up the ante with two fingers, watching me pleasure myself on them, slamming me expertly, giving nothing away. Oh, God this is so good, being used, being played with, being taken. You're already on top without even trying when you hang up the phone and growl in my ear. "Making some noise?"

"I tried to be quiet.."I say, and my voice comes out like a little girl's who's about to get punished. You work your fingers through me, almost clinically. "That is some wet pussy there. You are one fine piece of ass, you know that?"

I hope so.