I want to talk about our masturbation habits.

I want you to tell me where you sneak off to rub yourself when you have chance.

I want to chat about things we used to do before marriage. The way I used to spend whole weekends toying my sloppy pussy locked in my apartment.

I want to talk about how often our clits are throbbing as we leak into our panties, fantasizing about the soccer coach with his tight ass thrusting into us or that hot mom in the school pick up climbing into our car and sliding her hand down our pants to finger us to a quivering mess.

I want to hear about how your husband makes your teased, edged cunt cum all over his cock when he realizes you are unspeakably horny.

I want to know there’s another needy, hypersexual slut on the other end of the phone who is also trying to hide her desperate horniness from the rest of the world.