"Um... "Averi turned on the public speaker and placed her phone on her lower abdomen, aiming the receiver between her legs. Gently tap the moist clam meat with your fingertips and make a sound for him to listen to.
"Did you hear that? It's all because of you..."
Dallas's head filled with a dizzying buzz, everything around him fading away until all he could focus on was the soft, wet sounds coming from her end of the phone.
His rough thumb pressed firmly over the sensitive tip, making him gasp with barely restrained need. "Averi," he growled, his voice thick, "put it in."
Averi's scalp tingled as she listened, and her fingertips poked open the hole, slowly pushing herself apart.
"Ah... "she moaned loudly, her fingers thrusting in and out," Dallas, Dallasare you touching yourself too?" she gasped, voice dripping with desire.
"Hmm. Dallas sped up his hands and tried hard to recall her taste. His reason was completely defeated by lust: "Averi, how many fingers did you put in?"
Just being asked by him made her itch to death: "Two."
"Add another finger," Dallas's voice came out rough and demanding. His grip tightened, hand working with increasing intensity, his thumb pressing down so firmly that the sensitive tip throbbed and pulsed under the pressure, almost bending to his touch.
Averi whimpered in protest, "Ah… no… I can't take any more…" Yet even as she spoke, a third finger hovered at her entrance, her slick fingertips tracing teasing circles, hesitating, just waiting for him to urge her on.
Dallas had no bottom line, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hoarsely said, "You can take it, Averi. Insert another one in and let me hear it."
Averi closed her eyes and felt a surge of pleasure beneath her. Her palms were covered in sticky and lustful fluids, and her ring finger pressed against the seamless opening, forcefully squeezing in.
The body stiffened and curled up, with both legs trembling uncontrollably. The lustful fluids flowed down the thighs one after another.
After slipping everything inside, she started moving again, and this time, the slick sounds were even louder. Her tight passage stretched around her fingers, but Averi found herself craving something thicker, something harder. She moaned in frustration, "Dallas… it's aching inside… hurry up."
Dallas's mind flashed with her blushing face and helpless moans. He also began to feel dazed, only realizing that he was really fucking her. His little hole was grinding red, and he held onto the meat stick tightly, spraying water as soon as he inserted it.
Sweat beads flowed down to the eyelashes, and the throat seemed to be smoking.
"Averi, does that feel good?" he asked, his voice low and filled with heat.
Dallas was panting heavily in the receiver, and his voice began to tremble, indicating how much effort he had put into teasing himself.
It must be very rude, Averi thought. He always hits himself so hard and has no skills at all.
The thick and long cock seemed to sway and spit in front of her, becoming increasingly thirsty as she thought about it. Averi swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, feeling extremely empty, so she simply held her other hand and sucked on her index finger.
The sucking sound was particularly loud, drilling straight into Dallas' temple, and then turning into an electric current that hit the groin.
It's like she's licking him.
Ah... Dallas... I'm almost there... "Averi's breathing was rapid and her moans were intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, causing Dallas' Adam's apple to slide uncontrollably. His fingers gripped tightly around the tip, the roughness bringing more pain than pleasure, but he didn't care. His calloused thumb pressed relentlessly against the sensitive spot, dragging across with just enough pressure to keep pace with her rhythm, matching her every move, every breath.
Averi's thighs pressed together, rubbing as she let herself imagine her fingers were him. She moved faster, thrusting deeper, each motion growing bolder as she arched her hips, lifting herself to meet every imagined thrust, losing herself in the rhythm.
"Ahhh—!"
With her scream, Dallas also closed his eyes tightly, pressed his thumb hard, and trembled as he ejaculated semen.
On both ends of the phone, each person gasped for breath.
A long time later, Dallas whispered tentatively, "Averi?"
Is she still there?
"Mmm. "Averi closed her eyes and responded, her red lips buzzing." I want to see."
Hearing the other person's breath freeze, she said again, "I've sent you so much."
But none of them are like this.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Averi said in a good voice, "Dallas, can you show me."
Dallas tightened his palm and looked down at the mess under his crotch, his eyelids twitching fiercely.
She knew that if she asked in this tone, he couldn't refuse.
He remained silent, and Averi patiently waited.
A few minutes later, the phone vibrated again. A penis appeared before Averi's eyes after ejaculation, still stiff and erect. The glans presented a suffocating purple red color, and thick white semen flowed everywhere, sticking the pubic hair into strands, extremely lascivious.
Averi seems to be able to smell that scent.
She must have lost her mind; that was the only way to explain sending him a picture from between her thighs with a simple message: "Returning the favor."
"What?"
At first, Dallas didn't understand her meaning and didn't say anything when asked. The signal is not good, and it took several minutes to receive the message. When I clicked on it, my pupils contracted and became sore.
Under the light, the crimson flesh crevice was soaked in lustful water, making it shiny. The clitoris was slightly swollen, and the ravaged little hole was unable to close, revealing its delicate inside.
Dallas stared fixedly at the screen, hoarse to the point of gasping, "Averi, you... girls can't take this kind of photo."
"Then don't look at it, "her voice carried a unique sweetness after orgasm.
How could I not look.
He suddenly quieted down.
Averi pursed her lips and said, "Dallas, you can't save it"
Dallas' thumb was hovering over the save option, and as she spoke, it froze for a moment.
"You didn't already save it, did you?" she clicked her tongue.
The sound was like sparks piercing Dallas' eardrums, blood rushing to his temples, and a criminal like heat. After hesitating for a while, the thumb finally dropped and clicked "Save."
Silence exposed his bad behavior, and Averi's smile grew stronger as she said, "You deleted it, didn't you?"
Dallas closed his eyes, exhaling softly and imperceptibly.
He remained silent and didn't hang up the phone.
Averi glanced at the screen and said leisurely, "I should get up now."
Dallas quickly calculated the time difference and knew that it was already 7 o'clock in the morning in J City, and she definitely had to take a shower.
Dallas: "Alright."
Averi waited for half a minute and could still hear his breathing.
"Dallas."
"Hmm."
"Hang up the phone."
"Hmm."
The sound of breathing is still present.
Averi sighed, "If you don't hang up, how am I supposed to get out of bed?" She was starting to understand how people got totally sidetracked by indulgence, ignoring their responsibilities.
There is an endless tenderness hidden in the helpless tone.
On the other side of the earth, Dallas finally smiled and said, "Same time, day after tomorrow—should I call you then?"
"Okay."
