Vincent
"Stop what, Vincent?" Sarah asks in her little voice that exudes innocence, but I know better now.
She is a cunning little thing.
"If I hear Jared's name come out of your mouth one more time, there will be consequences," I growl into the phone.
"Oooh! I am sooo scared," she mocks me.
She is so going to get it when I get back home!
"Sarah, I'm warning you," I husk, still gripping my c**k. It's throbbing and is hungry for attention.
"I am rubbing my c**t now, Vincent. And it feels so good. But I won't tell you who I'm thinking about right this moment. I won't tell you whose image is making me so wet," she says.
Her breathing sounds ragged, and that lets me know that she is not lying about pleasuring herself right now. But what if she really is thinking about Jared?
How can I
