Lost in lust, found in ecstasy

In the throes of desire, she dances, phone clutched tightly, searching for the lost tune that haunts her dreams. Her body moves, undulating like waves, as she sings, her voice a low, husky whisper. The phone slips, falls, yet she's undeterred, her need consuming her. She finds it, buried under cushions, and switches it on, the vibrate mode humming to life. It's not the music she was seeking, but it's the rhythm her body craves. She grinds against it, her moans drowning out the silent song, until she finds her release, gasping, phone clutched tightly, lost in her own ecstasy.

• telefono
• perdido

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