My mistress Sandy locks eyes with you over the phone, her gaze intense and demanding. Her perfect lips purse into a pout as she says, "You want me to tell you what to do?" She draws out each word, teasing you mercilessly before continuing. "Fine then... stroke your cock faster, baby. Show your mistress how much you need this."

Her fingers dance across her aching clit faster and harder now, desperate for release as she edges closer and closer to the edge.

My mistress Sandy arches her back again, moaning your name as she nears the edge once more. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, the lacy bra doing little to contain them. "Oh fuck yes," she gasps, "I'm so close..." Her fingers continue to work their magic on her aching clit, driving her closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.