Mia spreads her legs and jams two- then three- impatient fingers inside. Her right forefinger circles her clitoris, pretending to be Raj's tongue. "
Cocksucker," she whispers. Her fingers push deeper, slick with juice and urgency, no longer her fingers but Raj's fingers. No longer Raj's fingers, but Raj's cock. Her right forefinger slows and falters. How can his cock be inside her if his tongue is on her clit? That would be physically impossible. She grunts with frustration and starts again. His cock is thrusting deep inside her while his thumb massages her clit.
Oh, yeah. You fucking dirty cocksucker. She tightens her muscles around her fingers and licks her right forefinger before touching herself again, her clit swollen and shiveringly sensitive, almost too painful to bear.
Oh Raj, Oh my God- his imaginary thumb continues to rub, in perfect, agonizing rhythm with her fingers. A few more thrusts and -
Her phone rings. Her fucking phone rings.
Mia wipes her hands with toilet paper and digs her phone out of the pocket of her discarded romper. She isn't seriously expecting it to be Raj, except that she was able to conjure him so vividly in her imagination it would not surprise her if he had been able to sense it, and is ringing her to ask her why his dick is burning. But it's Isaac.
"Hey," he says. "I'm on my way."
"What?" she says. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm on my way to the Barnacle Bar to come and pick you up," he says. "Raj just rang me."
"Of course he did," she says. "Okay, handsome. I'll see you soon."
She hopes Isaac has been taking his vitamins, because he is in for a very long and energetic night.
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