Just One

Just three minutes later, Anya starts walking down the stairs. She's wearing a short skirt and a long-sleeved blouse with her long hair straighter than usual, flying over her shoulders, down to her waist.

"Sorry if I made you wait too long... I'm ready," she says, reaching the bottom of the stairs and finally looking up at me. Her face takes all the air out of me and I feel weak for a second, "Hi."

"Hey, An," I let out, doing my best to behave and not let on that I'm remembering every dirty sound that came out of those red lips last night, when I made her come for me on the phone.

Holy hell, it was so damn delicious and satisfying to her her whiny, horny voice once again. The only thing that would have made it better would’ve been if I could see her and not just hear her, although… in a way, it was pretty delicious like that, too. A new experience for me, too. I’d never had phone sex before.

Anyway, I just want to take her in my arms and make her moan my name just like she did last