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Let’ Fuck In Traffic
We’ll find a devious way to occupy the time
His name flashes on my screen. I smile as I hit accept. I put it on speaker phone. I want to do devious things to myself while we speak on the phone. My skin is hot and sticky from my walk earlier. Water droplets cling to my skin like dew on grass.
“Hey you,” he says.
“Hey you back at ya.”
I know he’s stuck in traffic as sirens resound all around him. The water pelting his car reverberates through his phone. I hear the rainfall from the thunderstorm outside.
“So, here’s what I’m thinking since our next time won’t be until next week. Let’s have a goal like yesterday. How about me cumming twice? I’ll notify you when I reach it through text.”
“Mmm, yes. Definitely a goal. I’m thinking a dildo in your mouth, riding that up and down. While you get off with pressing your vibrator hard against that clit.”
I hear a groan in response to my plan. I figure it’s the sexual equivalent of killing two birds with one stone.
“I was thinking about having the foxtail anal plug in. And the blue G-spot vibrator trapped in my pussy. Plus, the Hitachi wand on my clit,” I suggest.
