Phone stalker

Priscilla keeps getting these strange calls. Some guy whispering filthy things while she listens. We were already tangled together when the phone rang again. His voice slipped out of the speaker, low and crude, talking about what he'd do to her. She just smiled, pressed the phone to her ear, and climbed onto me instead. Two soft mouths on warm skin, our hands everywhere, breasts brushing as we moved. He kept talking, thinking he had her attention, never guessing the line was still open while we licked and fingered each other until we came hard. The call cut off somewhere in the middle. Safe to say he won't ring back.