Masturbating Phone Sex: Relaxing With My Boyfriend.

Rainy Autumn Days trickle the lust in my body.

Lately, the days have been slower, the autumn leaves lay on the sidewalks. Although the rain came late this year, it’s nice to hear it pitter-pattering against my tin roof. I always keep a chocolate brew on the stove and a fruit pie to serve as the primary aroma in my house. I love smelling the crust and filling as soon as I walk in. The days feel colder without my boyfriend by my side. However, on rainy days, I call him up and we have the best masturbating phone sex.

You see, my boyfriend works around the world. His job expects a lot out of him, and luckily, I get to stay at home like the princess I am and relax. He works for me so that I can live like a queen, it brings him so much happiness. He loves knowing his woman is a sultry provoking goddess, who can make any man melt, yet, I’m all his. On our masturbating phone sex calls, I love to dress up in my sexiest lingerie to see how his glance shifts up and down my curves. I spoil him sexually, much like how he spoils me, financially.

The fire is crisp. It looks so magical. I throw a few stems of a pine tree into the heap, which burn like little glowing fireflies dancing above the flames. The rain becomes more intense and I open the curtains to watch as it falls on the earth before me. Cars pass by my lonely street as I reach for my soft plushy blanket. I bring it in close, hugging it, mmm, I’m so cozy. I call my boyfriend for some masturbating phone sex. Then, the moment I hear his sexy voice, my body quivers.

Long-distance masturbating phone sex pleasure.

He knows exactly what to say when he’s on the other line. Obviously, he knows I can’t go long without having an orgasm. He loves it when we get to do our masturbating phone sex calls since it relieves his worries about me going off with someone else. Surely, I would never do such a thing, I’d rather feel the wicked build-up, the need, the urging want, of his cock before hopping in the sheets with another. Nevertheless, he continues, telling me all the naughty things he’s done to me, reliving them in my mind. He instructs me how to please myself and touch my body.

My man sends me into a spiraling whirlwind sensation of pleasure that crawls up my breasts and down my sweet waxed pussy. The rain falls harder and the tin roof melody covers my orgasmic moans. I grip the soft plush blanket and feel an oozing cream begin to leak. My breasts push up as if they were to touch the ceiling and the remaining sweat trickles down my temples. On our masturbating phone sex calls, my pleasure is my man’s only concern. Once he hears my orgasm, he shoots a massive load.

We lay together, although we’re so far apart. I can hear his heavy breathing over the speakerphone. The rain falls gently, and the soothing crackles of the fire draw me to sleep. I hear his snores through the phone, and it’s like we’re together again. What a beautiful Tuesday evening.

Let me cherish and adore you with unforgettable moments together, as your loving girlfriend <3.

Call Amara 1-888-316-5204