summary: needy phone sex late at night with gymrat!abby, mutual masturbation, you crave her so bad :(
the sun grazes the soil beneath as you lay in bed, feeling engulfed by the empty void of your room. the thought of sleeping wiped away from your mind as you turn to your phone, reading a few of your texts with abby out of boredom, smiling to yourself as you come across a photo of her large arms flexing. you fixate on the way her biceps bulge, each vein wrapping itself beautifully against her freckled skin, and her carved abs so deliciously perfect, oh how you wish she was here.
the ongoing whirlwind of perverted wishes gradually gets worse in your mind, those thoughts taking over each limb as your fingers slowly crawl down your shorts, giving in to the ache that plummets deep inside. you begin pleasuring with a few subtle rotations around your clit, gazing repeatedly at the photo. it only takes a few minutes for you to grow frustrated, trying so desperately hard to get off.
soft whines accompanied the calming ambience of the quiet countryside out your barely opened window, as if nothing else existed, just you and the thought of abby’s thick fingers playing with your body, toying at the seams to tear you apart. abruptly, you feel your phone vibrating against the softness of your palm, groaning to yourself as you lazily open your eyes.
a phone call that reads abby’s name, your eyebrows furrow due to the interesting timing of her convenient intrusion. you answer the call, hearing her golden voice flowing inside the atmosphere, igniting that desire you’ve been venturing towards.
“hey baby”, you respond with an unsteady manner, hearing her bed creaking as she sighs, nearing to the conclusion she might be laying down, and surely tired from working out so hard.
“hey… ugh sorry for calling you this late, my back is just killin’ me right now”, she grumbles into the phone, her voice laced with exhaustion, yet so unaware of its own effect. you could only fantasize how she must look in this moment, her worn out body dripping a salty sweet essence you dream to further taste.
“well… I told you to stop wearing yourself out”, your voice wavers itself as your fingers continue its abuse, swishing a tiny bit faster at your needy clit. little to your knowledge, abby can hear every twitch that slips from your voice. her lips slowly curling upward as she decides to play with you, choosing her words meticulously, baiting you for more of those pretty sounds.
“you ok baby?” she rasps, asking in a dangerously low tone. she scratches her abs softly, silently counting down each second you take to respond, her ears lingering on the sound of your wetness.
“yeah… yeah just keep talking please”, you wouldn’t dare to trust your voice at this terribly vulnerable moment, but hearing her speak like this makes you so weak, not even attempting to be discreet anymore.
abby continues to let you in on information about her day, her late gym routine killing her back in the process. you circle faster around your clit, accidentally moaning at the burning sensation, cursing at the way abby chuckles from you.
“what’s goin on hm?, don’t lie to me” she demands firmly, her own thick fingers trailing down her pussy, encouraging you to answer in that small whiny voice of yours.
“huh? I’m fine baby please”, mumbling another whimper right against the phone, circling a little slower this time to maybe shut down abby’s suspicions, but you both know it’s too late.
“wait why’d you slow down? keep going for me baby”, she coos at you playfully. your pussy squelching even faster as you submit to her demand.
“I’m sorry… I just, I really need you right now”, you almost beg for her help. your vision hazy while still glued to the photo, analyzing the contours of her muscles, craving so heavily for your juices to drip down her forearm, already so close to the inescapable release you’ve been etching in.
“fuck, you’re makin me miss you even more” she lowers her boxers, her lips opening up to entrap her two fingers. she then pulls them out, a stretch of spit following behind her digits.
“cmon baby let me help you”, her sudden request leaving you a whiny mess, your soaked folds sloshing in tandem with hers. your eyes vastly weaken, crossing over as they fall back.
“fuck abby, mmh! I’m so close please please”, you begin to squeak out incoherent nonsense to the screen, vocalizing different scenarios you envision with her as your fingers dip repeatedly in and out of your sopping hole.
“god you sound so pretty, fuckin’ yourself just from my voice huh?” she groans, her own fingers soaked with arousal. your soft voice choking her senses, whispering curses to herself in response to the unabashed noises coming from your end, dicating to her how close you are.
“go ahead pretty girl, let it out with me baby”, her fingers curl inside aimlessly at her gummy walls, grunting viciously from the piercing pleasure. you moan out her name as you climax, your wet pussy so terribly loud through the phone, abby then erupts in response. the air now sucked from the caves of your lungs, panting out the weariness that coats your body.
“god abby that was…” you slowly breathe out, softly smiling from the rewarding satisfaction that you’ve been granted with.
“oh I’m so coming over to fuck you later”, she promises without hesitation. you giggle against the phone, humming to yourself as you hear the wet sound of her fingers sluggishly pulling out. the soothing melody of exhales drift throughout the night, undying love never faltering as you both sink within the soft cushion.
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