Ezekiel
I had my earbuds in, volume turned up just enough that the rest of the world disappeared. Nyla’s voice notes from thirty minutes ago were playing on loop, and they were driving me absolutely insane.
Her soft, breathy whimpers filled my ears — trembling, needy, and so f*****g innocent. Every little moan, every shaky inhale, every wet sound of her fingers moving sent another rush of heat straight to my c**k. I was rock hard, painfully so, straining against my sweatpants.
“f**k, baby…” I whispered to myself, eyes half-closed as I listened again.
I kept replaying the last voice note she sent — the one where her moans got louder, sharper, and more desperate right before she came. The way her voice cracked at the end, that broken little cry… it was pure heaven.
I couldn’t take it a
