Slender manicured fingers from her hand reach out and begin to depress each of the hard buttons.
She knows what she wants.
It was 8:00pm He is waiting.
Each long finger goes down on the keypad, craving it.
She knows He is waiting. The radio is on. The song they are playing seems unusually sad to her.
She dials a little faster now. Anticipation makes her nipples hard. Her breath is heavy and labored. Would He be waiting?
The last number quickly goes through.
His voice seems to shake when He says, “Yes you may cum, cum for Me now.”
He hears only the sound of the receiver hitting the floor and the sweetness of her scream of release for Him.
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