I can’t help the way my heart races when I think about him. Tonight, I planned something daring, something only the two of us would ever know. I grab my phone, my fingers trembling just a little, and whisper softly into Slutty Squirting Phone Sex, my voice low and breathy, teasing him with my bikini even before he arrives.
He’s waiting outside, the familiar thrill of sneaking him into my room making me shiver. I love the risk, the heat, the way my pulse jumps when I know my parents are just a few feet away. My apartment… or more specifically, My bedroom… is mine, and I can make it ours for a little while.
The door clicks open, and he slips in quietly, eyes wide and full of anticipation. I guide him with a sly smile, pressing close, letting him feel the curves of my body as I lead him toward my closet. It’s tight, private, and perfect for the kind of teasing I have in mind. My pretty tits press against him, my fingers brushing over his arms as I whisper promises that make him swallow hard.
I love the way he reacts, caught between excitement and nerves. I lean in, letting him feel my breath on his neck, my hips just brushing, giving him every signal that I want him, that I’m completely his. My panties are soaked already just thinking about him, and I tease him, letting him imagine everything that’s hidden beneath the fabric.
He slides my panties to the side while slowly fingering my wet young pussy while kissing me. He’s been my boy crush for awhile so I always let him have his way with me every chance I get when my parents leave the house to go to work. I’m only sixteen and nobody knows he’s thirty-seven because he looks so young. Sometimes he pretends he goes to my school, just so he won’t get in trouble. I enjoy having sneaky sex with him, it’s super forbidden and makes my clit throbs constantly.
For some reason the guys my age don’t do it for me. I like them older but well groomed and younger looking. My pussy starts to squirt everywhere just how he likes it, as he moans loudly, very sexy of him. I pull back just enough to grin, letting my eyes promise what’s coming next without a single word. Some things don’t need to be described… they live in the pulse of the room, in our whispered breaths, in the way we press together in that tiny space. I love the control I have over this moment, the way I can tease him endlessly, the way I know he’s completely under my spell.
When the door finally closes behind him, and we’re alone, I let my body speak for me. Every sway, every brush, every whispered moan reminds him why I’m Sapphire… the naughty, playful, shameless young girl who makes him ache with just a look. And I know this night, our little secret, will haunt him long after we part.





