I’ve never met Johnny before. But with only a wire separating his voice from my brain, it feels like we’re in the same room, talking and touching one-on-one. My imagination fills in the blanks with my own visuals. This is not only easy—it’s very, very hot. “Do you want it?” a breathless Johnny asks. I realize I am nodding. “Please, baby, make me come,” Johnny begs. As Johnny climaxes, I imagine him biting a pillow to muffle the sounds of his orgasm. 
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