Hot phonesex Doesn’t always have to be hard-core fucking, sometimes, it can be sensual as to! I have a soft spot for my poetry teacher, Mr. Edwards. When I’m feeling slow and happy, and don’t want to just fuck, I call him up. Mr. Edwards is always so happy to meet, and spend the night. We drink wine, feed each other strawberries, and makes love to me like you read in novels.
He traces every bit of my flesh with his fingertips, gently brushing my hot skin and putting every nerve in my body on fire. His tongue skillfully circles each nipple, making them draw it hard little points. By the time he starts nuzzling as sucking my little, I am screaming his name begging for his cock buried within me! When he does slide his day taking the my body, within a few strokes, my body is teetering on the brink of orgasm.
On those nights need bring each other to massive, exploding climax over and over again!
There is nothing that gives of romance poetry more electricity then still feeling hot, thick cum of the person whose reading it to you still dripping from your panties.