Forgetting everything, putting a member into meetings,
You call me almost every night.
And moaning like that in an orgasm right in the phone,
With a finger, I involuntarily climb under the skirt.

I caress the clitoris like strings on a guitar,
So passionately, faster and faster ... I am in shock ...
My deep breath and turns you all over.
And sex is the spirit that drives us.

And in the courtyard spring, fragrant acacia blooms ...
I am so pleased to masturbate!
I forget about diapers, forget about diapers
And in the throes of now I do not give birth to a child.

Having imagined this, I now reach the handle.
And I will become the goddess of phone mating.
Your fingers and I will get calluses
There is a dose of alcohol in contactless sex.