“When I think about you, I get so wet.” I spoke into the phone.

“When I think of you, my cock gets really hard.” Garry said.

“What are you doing now?” Garry asked.

“I'm playing with myself. I'm so horny, I can smell my wet pussy.” I said.

“I wish I was there to smell your pussy.” Garry said.

I could hear him jacking off through the phone. He must have been really pounding his cock, because it made a loud smacking sound.

“Would you be putting your fingers in my pussy like I am now?” I asked.

“No.” Garry stated.

“Why not?” I asked curiously.

“Because I would put my tongue deep in your wet pussy.” Garry said.

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice.” I said while flicking my finger against my clit.

“Then I would eat your pussy as if it were my last meal. I would savor every lick.” Garry said while jacking off even faster.

“That sounds so good.” I said after sticking two fingers inside my wet pussy.

“I can't handle this.” Garry said in a rushed manner.

“Can't handle what?” I asked.

“I can't handle phone sex. I don't want to hear how wet your pussy is. I want to feel it!” He said.

“You want to come over and feel my wet pussy?” I asked.

“You know I do.” He said.

“Why don't you come on over. I'll keep my pussy nice and wet for you.” I said.

“Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes. Keep your legs spread and that pussy wet!” Garry said right before he slammed down the receiver to the phone.

It was all I could do not to play with myself. I was so worked up. My clit was throbbing like it was never going to get touched again. The smell of my own pussy made me even more horny. I know when I am horny, because of how great my pussy smells. The whole room smells like pussy when I get worked up.

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