Tracy
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With one hand I held my phone to my other ear, my other hand trailed down my body. I pulled the gown so that my entire lower half was exposed.
“Do you have a lube?” He asked.
I remembered having a lube at the bottom of my drawer. “Yes, I do.”
“Lube yourself.”
I reached for the lube. Popping the cover and tilting it over, I poured lube directly over my bare c**t. I felt the cool liquid dribbling down my hole, down the cracks of my ass.
“Have you lubed yourself?” He asked. “Do you have a dildo?”
“Yes,” I said, too instantly.
“So you’re a naughty girl?” He said, his tone teasing.
My cheeks burned red with embarrassment, my c**t throbbing more.
I reached for the dildo in my drawer. A blue eight-inch dildo.
My c**t felt hot, aching for the feel of the dildo. To feel m
