Voices

His voice slips through the receiver and straight between my legs. I reach down, raise my skirt, and the lace is already soaked. My fingers slide over slick folds, parting them slowly while he keeps talking. Each soft word makes me wetter. I press two fingertips against my clit and circle, biting my lip so the gasp doesn’t break the moment. The heat builds fast. I spread wider, dip inside, and listen to him breathe. The sound alone is enough to make me shudder.