Private Calls - Episode 17

Aurora Snow picks up the first call and her voice drops into something low and warm. She leans back in her chair and tells the man exactly what she's wearing, how her nipples press against the thin silk, how she'd like to slide her hand down between her legs for him. Within seconds her friends are doing the same, each on her own line, moaning and describing every filthy thing the callers want to hear. "Tell me how you'd fuck me," one of them breathes, slipping two fingers inside herself while the guy on the other end strokes faster. Another girl spreads her thighs wider, angling her phone so the caller can hear every wet sound her cunt makes. They move easily between sweet talk and straight-up filth, switching from slow, teasing strokes to hard, desperate fingering the moment a voice on the line commands it. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, ragged breathing, and the soft, filthy encouragement they give the men who called in looking for release.