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Dawn called me from a bar. She was drunk. Her friends were laughing in the background. I was laying on my floor, thinking. Lara was writing. We had just smoked a joint.
Dawn sounded sexy. Her voice was happy. She wanted to call me. She hoped it was alright.
Of course. I already told Lara about her — blonde with blue eyes, an adorable nose, a suffering, edgy mind. I wished she had called me from home. I could have whispered to her in the dark. I could have made her cum with my voice.
The idea was arousing. I imagined her listening to me talking. Her hand sliding down her stomach — my voice making her pussy moist. Her fingers exploring her folds for me. I was hard. I was dying. I wanted her screaming my name.
It didn’t happen. She was drunk. Her friends were loud and annoying. I couldn’t get much of a word in. She said she would call me back later. She didn’t.
Lara looked at her pictures. Dawn is gorgeous. Dawn made Lara horny. We talked about her this morning while we were fucking on the floor. Lara came hard as I described my desire: Dawn on top, riding me hard, my hands caressing her nipples, her ice-blue eyes closing, her voice pleasure-screaming and hoarse.
You should persue her, Lara suggested. Fuck her, baby, please. I want you to, badly. It will make me so fucking horny.
Maybe, I responded. I haven’t decided.
I was lying. I’ve decided. I can’t resist her. I want to taste every inch of her skin. I want to push myself deep inside Dawn.
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