Elena sat in the dim glow of her bedroom lamp, the silk of her robe clinging to her flushed skin like a lover's lingering touch, her thighs pressed together as waves of heat pulsed between them. Her long auburn hair spilled over one shoulder, framing the swell of her full breasts that rose and fell with each quickened breath, her piercing green eyes half-lidded in the haze of memory. Alone in the quiet apartment, the faint scent of her arousal mixed with the vanilla candle burning nearby, she let her fingers hover over the phone screen, heart pounding with the delicious thrill of what she was about to unleash on Marcus.

Her mind flooded with the raw heat of their last encounter—the way he'd pinned her against the wall of that dimly lit hotel room, his muscular frame dominating hers as his thick cock thrust deep into her slick pussy, stretching her with that commanding rhythm that made her cry out his name. She recalled the scrape of his stubble against her inner thighs as he'd devoured her, tongue lapping at her swollen clit while his strong hands gripped her hips, leaving bruises she'd traced later with trembling fingers. The memory sent fresh wetness pooling between her legs, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her robe, and a soft moan escaped her lips as desire coiled tighter in her core, urging her to capture every filthy detail.

With a shaky exhale, Elena began typing, her body arching subtly as the words flowed from her aroused thoughts straight to the screen. "Marcus, I'm lying here soaked and aching for you, my fingers teasing my dripping pussy while I remember how your cock filled me so completely last time, pounding me until I shattered around you..." The screen lit up her flushed face, each keystroke heightening the electric tension building in her veins, her free hand slipping lower to trace the sensitive folds of her sex as the message took shape, promising to pull him deeper into their shared hunger.

Elena paused, biting her lower lip as she reread the partial message glowing on her screen, then leaned back against the pillows to refine it further. Her free hand slid beneath the parted silk of her robe, fingers parting the slick folds of her pussy to circle her swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes that drew a low, wet sound from her throat. She added more explicit layers, describing the thick strands of her arousal coating his cock as he pulled out only to slam back in, the obscene squelch of their bodies meeting filling the hotel room, and the way her juices would drip down her thighs in glistening trails while he growled filthy praises against her ear. Each new detail made her breath hitch, her hips rocking subtly against her own touch as fresh wetness coated her fingers.

Her mind raced ahead to Marcus's reaction—the way his intense brown eyes would darken with hunger, his muscular body tensing as he read every word, his own cock hardening instantly in response to the image of her spread open and dripping for him. She imagined him gripping himself through his pants at work or wherever he was, perhaps even excusing himself to stroke his length while picturing her moans and the taste of her on his tongue. The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core, and she arched her back, pinching one taut nipple with her free hand as she typed faster, adding the sounds of skin slapping skin and the warm gush of her release flooding around him.

With a shaky moan, Elena's fingers plunged deeper inside herself, curling against that sensitive spot that made her thighs tremble, all while she polished the message to perfection. The scent of her arousal thickened in the air, mingling with the candle's vanilla, and she could almost feel Marcus's commanding presence through the phone, his dominant energy pulling her closer to the edge as the words promised even more explicit encounters to come.

Her fingers trembled as she added the final, searing details to the message, describing how Marcus would pin her wrists above her head with one powerful hand while his thick cock stretched her pussy wide, pounding into her with relentless force until her walls clenched and spasmed around him in orgasm. She painted the scene of him flipping her onto all fours, spreading her ass cheeks to watch his length slide in and out of her dripping entrance, her juices coating his balls with every thrust as she begged for his cum deep inside her. The words flowed hotter now, explicit and unfiltered, capturing the slap of skin, the wet squelch of her soaked cunt accepting him fully, and the way her body would quiver under his commanding grip, utterly surrendered to his dominance.

Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs with wild anticipation, each beat echoing the pulse between her thighs as her own fingers worked faster, plunging into her slick heat while she hovered over the send button. The phone screen blurred slightly from the haze of her building climax, the long, filthy paragraph glowing like a forbidden secret ready to ignite their affair anew. With a sharp intake of breath, she hit send, the message vanishing into the digital void and carrying every raw fantasy straight to Marcus.

A low whimper escaped her lips as the confirmation flashed, her body arching into her touch while waves of pleasure crested from the thrill of release and exposure. She imagined his intense brown eyes narrowing with hunger upon reading it, his muscular frame tensing as his cock swelled in response, already plotting how he'd claim her in reality. The connection between them pulsed stronger than ever, her anticipation twisting into aching need as she waited, fingers still buried inside her, for his inevitable reply that would blur the line between text and touch.

Marcus's next message hit like a command, raw and unfiltered: "I'm so fucking hard for you, Elena—my cock's throbbing in my fist, veins pulsing as I stroke it imagining your tight pussy clenching around me." The words ignited her further, but before she could reply, her phone rang, his name flashing on the screen. She answered with a shaky breath, his deep voice pouring through the line like velvet over gravel. "Tell me what you're doing right now," he growled, the sound of his hand moving over his length audible in the background, slick and rhythmic.

Her fingers delved back between her thighs as she described it, voice hitching while she pumped two digits into her slick pussy, thumb circling her swollen clit in time with his strokes. Marcus matched her intensity, describing how he'd grip her hips and thrust deeper, his balls tightening as precum slicked his palm. The emotional tether between them thickened with every shared gasp, her free hand roaming her breasts, pinching nipples until sparks shot down to her core. Their breaths synced, moans intertwining across the

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