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“You like that?”he whispered in my ears.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured. “You were already turned on.”

“Yes, well, it’s not every day that the beautiful woman I’m obsessed with calls me up wanting phone sex.”

The beautiful woman I’m obsessed with.

Not going to lie:

Even if he was playing me, the words made my heart skip a beat.

“I want to see it,” I whispered.“Allof it.”

His hand slipped down to the base of his cock and pushed it up to a 90-degree angle with his body –

And I groaned again as I saw the full, thicklengthof him.

Olive skin but slightly pinker…

The pronounced veins…

The same way that Michelangelo’sDavidis beautiful, with his masculine arms and big hands, Niccolo’s cock was beautiful, with its gorgeous lines and the curve of his thick, swollen head.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I automatically put my hand down in my underwear and began rubbing my clit.

I nevermasturbated. I was just never turned on enough –

But seeing Niccolo’s cock like that, it got me so hot that Iwantedto touch myself.

“Show me from the side,” I whispered.

The phone shifted –

And suddenly I was seeing his huge cock from the side.

He looked eventhickerfrom this angle…

And the slight curve to his shaft made me ache to have him inside me.

Not to mention I could see the bead of pre-cum slooooowly dripping from his head to his abs.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, and rubbed myself harder.

“What do you want now?”he asked, his voice a sexy growl.

“Stroke it for me,” I pleaded.

His hand, formerly at the base, began to move up and down his shaft.

I imagined his cock moving inside me –

Stretching my lips with his girth –

Filling me up sodeepinside me –

“Are you touching yourself?”he murmured in my ear.

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