Your privilege, not mine

Sometimes I get home from a grueling day and the only thing I want to do is fix myself a drink, drop myself onto the couch and zonk out. Within a few minutes, however, I inevitably find my hand making its way up my skirt. A little while later, and my energy is back, though entirely focused on making myself cum. I envy you. In situations like these, you have the privilege of calling me and allowing me the controls. You don’t need energy if I’m in your ear motivating you. I take over your cock and make it do things for me. I can make it as hard as a wood floor. I can make it work so hard that it tightens up and creams all over you! At that point in our call, I visualize your hand drenched in the cum I created. It’s like leaving a mark: “Sara was here”. I wish I could call you, so we could get off when I have days like the one I described. To reiterate, that’s your privilege, not mine. Would you like to do me a favor? Pick up the phone and grant me the gift of a climax. I miss you.

Sara, 866-212-7217