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move. “No, not yet.”
    “Run it between your pussy lips. Get it wet with your juices.”
    Doing as he commanded, Molly spread her legs wider and ran the buzzing toy along her creamy seam. The intensity of the vibrations shocked her and she gasped, pulling the dildo away.
    “Did you like that?”
    “It was too much.”
    “Oh no, it could never be too much. Turn the vibrations down a bit, so it’s on the lowest setting. Then get it nice and wet.”
    With a quick motion, she had the toy almost muted and returned it to the juncture of her thighs. With the vibrations on low she was able to run the dildo back and forth, coating it with her juices. Her breathing became hitched as she continued to play.
    “Baby, I can hear how much you like that. Now turn it up, just a little, and tease your clit for me.”
    She’d been avoiding that sensitive bundle of nerves, but with resolve, sped up the vibrations and slid the toy higher. Her body bowed at the touch. “Ahhh, oh God, it’s so…oh…”
    “You are so damned responsive. I wish I was there right now to lap up all that sweet, sweet cream.”
    His words in combination with the increasing stimulation had her poised on the edge of climax. “I don’t think I can last much longer,” she panted.
    “Put the toy in your pussy, Molly mine. Put it in and imagine it’s me fucking you.”
     
    Josh had been hard since he’d picked up the phone and although it had pained him to do so, he’d not touched himself the entire time they’d been talking. While they’d spoken, her voice had drifted over the phone as if she’d been caressing him. She was the perfect embodiment of sultriness and innocence, all wrapped in one hot little package and his cock had jumped, begging for attention. Even so, he’d continued to hold out, prolonging the inevitable. But now, he didn’t know if he could wait much longer.
    “I don’t think…”
    “Don’t think, just feel.”
    Pushing down his briefs, he kicked them off his legs. With images of Molly filling his head, he ran his fingers across the length.
    “What are you doing to me?”
    He imagined what she looked like right at this moment. Eyes closed, he could see Molly lying on a bed and her full thighs open in invitation. He imagined her pussy glistening with the evidence of her own desire, stuffed full with the vibrator.
    “Tell me what you need, Molly mine.” His hand tightened over his throbbing shaft as he envisioned her begging him. She would be naked, her hands on her breasts, squeezing the plump mounds and pleading for him to taste. Lucky for her, he would be more than willing to try those melons.
    “I…I don’t know.”
    His thoughts shifted for a moment and in his fantasy he was sitting next to her on her bed. He watched as she reached between her legs to stroke her swollen folds before moving to her clit. Her mouth would be wide open and her body would quiver as she rubbed her finger back and forth as he whispered words of praise. She would pinch and squeeze her nipples, as he stroked his hardening cock.
    “Touch your breasts, Molly mine. Remember what they felt like when you were wearing the nipple rings.”
    With the faint sound of the toy humming in the background, he listened as she gasped and moaned, knowing she was playing with herself. His hand began to move over his shaft with slow, measured strokes.
    “Those are my hands on your breasts, my fingers pinching your nipples, baby. Can you feel it?”
    “Yes, yes.”
    He continued to talk, purposely deepening his voice as he focused on the fantasy he was creating for both of them.
    “And I’m rubbing my cock against you, Molly mine. You’re so wet, so aching. I am too. I need to be inside you.”
    “Oh God.”
    He stroked his hand up and down his erection in rhythm to the cadence of her breathing. Pausing for a moment, he squeezed the thick, bulbous head in his hand and gathered the slippery precum there. He used his juice as lubrication, spreading it all along