"I'm stroking my cock, June. Just like that day, you walked in on me. If you'd have stayed, you would know how hard I can come while thinking of you."

"Steeeve."

There it was. The apprehension was gone from her voice. She wasn't stern anymore she was... breathless.

"Tell me," June took control of the conversation without missing a beat.

"So I guess you'd like to see my breasts?"

"Are your nipples hard?"

"Yes. Do you want to suck them?"

"Oh, yeah?" June answered breathlessly.

"And then I'd use two fingers, and rub your clitoris with my thumb."

"Why are you saying these things? Why do I like it?"

"Fuck,...