“Hello?”Lena’s voice cut into his thoughts.“I can bring it to you tomorrow,” Tarzan offered, his voice still hoarse.“No! Just leave it where it is. Don’t step foot in the bathroom, alright?”she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, although she sounded panicked.Causing Mitch to glance at her.Tarzan’s breath grew hotter and heavier. His cock stirred beneath the thong, slowly thickening again just from the sound of her voice.His free hand unconsciously brushed over his lower abdomen.“Okay,” he rasped. “I’ll be expecting you.”“Great. Take care of yourself, alright?” Lena replied softly before ending the call.Tarzan let the phone drop beside him on the mattress.For a moment, he simply lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling as the sound of her voice replayed in his head.Then his gaze dropped again to the cum-stained lace wrapped around his cock.“Fuck… I’m hard again,” he groaned, low and guttural.---After the call, Lena nervously returned to her seat and handed
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