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Me: How did you get my number.

RQ: From Katja’s phone.

Interesting – she was the one coming to me. I wasn’t the only one walking around sick with wanting her. No, it went both ways.

Me: Does she know?

RQ: God, no. I think she likes you.

Me: I don’t want to talk about Katja, baby doll. I want to talk about you.

RQ: What do you want to know, Enzo Nucci?

Me: Is my Russian Queen wet already or do I have to work harder?

When I got no answer, I pushed, and asked her again.

RQ: I’m wet. Oh, Enzo, I’m so wet.

Fuck it. I pushed the call button and waited for her to answer. I did not like the way she answered.

“You shouldn’t have called me.”

“You reached for me first, doll. You can’t blame me for wanting to hear your words. Is he home?”

“No.” I exhaled and relaxed. If her answer would have been yes, I had no idea how I would have stopped myself from going there and breaking his arms.

“Good, then you can let me hear you come.”

“Enzo this is so wrong.”

She was a stubborn act for someone who couldn’t reach the top shelf in a supermarket.

“Nothing about us could ever be wrong, doll. Just remember how good we fit together, and how it feels when I’m in your body. Nothing about that could ever be wrong.” I couldn’t give fewer fucks about her wedding vows.

“I like when you speak like that to me.”

“Baby doll, I’m just starting. Come on, take a hand to your pretty pussy.”

“Ok.”

“Do you still feel me inside, baby? Or did you already forget?”

“I remember. It was…I was so stretched and full. It was amazing.”

“Is your hand on your pussy yet?”

“Yes.”

God damn it! I grabbed my shaft and started moving my hand up and down thinking about Ludmila’s perfect body.

“Tell me how it feels, doll. I want to know all the details.”

There was a pause, and she breathed into the phone before speaking.

“I’m wet and it feels soft and hot under my fingers. Every time I run my finger over my klitor I…I think about you and your mouth, and I pulsate with pleasure.” Ha, now I knew the Russian word for clitoris.

Her voice was soft and sensual, like expensive velvet. She sounded like every man’s wet dream, and I was already leaking precum from listening to her.

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