SWEET SPOT
I sent it before I could chicken out.
His reply was almost instant.
Ezekiel: Fuck, baby… you sound so fucking good. Those pretty little moans are driving me crazy. Keep going. I want to hear more.
Heat flooded my body. I curled my fingers upward like he’d told me earlier, rubbing that sensitive spot inside. My hips started rocking against my hand as pleasure built quickly. My breathing grew ragged, turning into soft, desperate moans that I couldn’t hold back.
I recorded another voice note — longer this time. Just raw, sensual sounds. My moans were breathy and broken, getting louder as I pumped my fingers faster. The wet, slick sounds of my arousal were clearly audible. I sent it, face burnin