The phone rang at exactly 10:00 as always. Sandy picked it up but said nothing. Instead she listened for his harsh breathing. His breath was ragged and hurried, he was well into stroking his cock tonight.

“Hello?” She said in a sweet demure voice. At the same time she slid the covers back off her nude body and brought her knees up slightly to allow him a good view. She looked out the window and across the street. She couldn’t see him but she knew he was in one of the darkened windows over there, watching her.

“Hello?” She asked again as she allowed her free hand to slowly meander down her body, grasping her firm, full C cup breasts. She pulled on her nipple slightly and let out a little moan. “Are you there?” She asked, her own voice becoming breathy in excitement.

“Yes.” His answers were always short and to the point. He was busy stroking his cock, which Sandy always imagined as huge and rock hard as he watched her.

And why wouldn’t it be? Her young 20-year-old body was nearly perfect. With full C cup breasts which did not sag at all, a tight ass that just begged to be spanked while she was fucked hard, and her shaved pussy lips seemingly always in a pout of arousal, swollen and slightly parted. She was a wet dream in the flesh. Her face was shockingly angelic, so sweet and innocent looking, framed by shoulder length blonde hair she seemed so pure. People were amazed at how slutty she could really be.

Her fingers began to work her nipple faster, pulling on it and pinching it until she let out little squeals of delight.