The bedroom door opened and softly closed behind me.

I turn around and see my sexy man casually leaning against the wall. “Did you have a good day, sweet girl?” He asks. “Yes, I did, do you like my new business suit,” I replied. “It’s very distracting, but it would look better on the floor.” I knew he wanted some striptease phone sex. In an instant, he crossed the short distance between us. Then with both hands on my waist, he turned me around to face him. Locked lips and gave me one of his incredibly intense, tongue-tingling kisses. Thoughts of the workday melted from existence, replaced by a chilling swirl of emotion, the heat between my legs, and the taste of him. I caught a demanding combination of hunger and lust in his eyes for my striptease phone sex.

He moves away and makes himself comfortable on the bed.

“Strip for me!” 

I was still wearing my work outfit, but not for long. Although my man always inspired lust in me. It was still shocking how quickly he could make me feel like a vulnerable, innocent little girl. I was like prey to his ‘Master’ persona whenever he wanted. I realized a blush was spreading over my face at what he’d asked me to do. It was the act of striptease phone sex. I was naked next to him pretty much every night, but putting on a striptease phone sex show for him felt like something else entirely. I turn my back to him. First of all, to hide my deep red blush and avoid it worsening still at what would be, no doubt, an even more amused expression on his face.

 Fuck, I was already starting to getting incredibly wet.

Bending at the waist, I slipped my first high-heel off, then the other one, giving a little twist of my ass in the most seductive way possible. A couple of encouraging noises came from him; good. Using a chair for support, I straighten and quickly kick them to the side with my pantyhose-covered foot. My heart was racing, and I could think of nothing but making sure he enjoyed the striptease phone sex. I hooked my fingers into my waistband and turned to face him.

I didn’t dare look at him as I knew I’d blush again.

Fixing my gaze anywhere but his face, I started to peel my tan pencil skirt off over my hips. Then I heard more moans of approval from him. I felt thankful I’d chosen a beautiful black lace G-string for my striptease phone sex show. My pussy was freshly shaven, and the moisture gathering in the small piece of material threatened to drip down my thighs. My newly smooth pussy lips were being teased by the black lace, and the swaying motion of my hips certainly wasn’t helping.

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