Echoes of Need in the Void

She paces, phone clutched tight, waiting for the call that never comes. Frustration mounts, her body aches, her mind races with images of his hands, his mouth, his cock. She sinks to the floor, legs spread, fingers working furiously, chasing the relief only she can provide. The room echoes with her gasps, her cry of release a lonely symphony in the empty room.

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