sadikul please pickup the phone

Filthy Ashlyn Gere gets nasty on the phoneI walked into the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Sadikul was sprawled on the couch, his eyes fixed on me as I approached. "Hey, babe," he said, his voice low and husky. "What's up?" Just then, my phone rang. I groaned inwardly, not wanting to be disturbed from this moment of pure pleasure. But I knew I had to answer it - for Sadikul's sake, if nothing else. "Sadikul please pickup the phone," I whispered urgently, trying to keep my tone light despite the growing tension in the room. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving mine. "You want me to get that?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I nodded, feeling a surge of frustration. Why did it have to ring now? We were so close... As I waited for Sadikul to answer, my mind began to wander back to the events leading up to this moment. How we'd met at that seedy bar, how we'd exchanged numbers and made plans for tonight. And then, of course, there was the matter of his cock - which seemed to be growing more prominent by the second. I felt a sudden urge to jerk it off, just to see if he'd let me... But before I could even think about it, Sadikul's voice came back on the line, smooth as silk. "Yeah, what's up?" I took a deep breath and tried to focus. "Just some work stuff," I lied, trying not to give away my true intentions. Sadikul raised an ass-etic eyebrow. "Work? At this hour?" He chuckled low in his throat. "You're such a wanker." I felt my face flush with embarrassment - but also, strangely, with excitement. This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for... As we continued to chat, I couldn't help but think about all the ways I wanted to please him - and how he seemed more than happy to return the favor. And then, just as things were getting really hot and heavy, Sadikul's phone rang again. "Sadikul please pickup the phone," I whispered urgently once more. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving mine. "You want me to get that?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I nodded, feeling a surge of frustration - but also, somehow, a sense of hope. Maybe this was exactly what we needed... As the night wore on, I found myself lost in the rhythm of our desires - and the promise of a blow job that seemed to be waiting just around the corner...