CFNM – Locker Room Tease Phone Sex. I never expected to find myself in this situation. I mean, who does? One moment you’re just minding your own business, going about your day, and the next…well, let’s just say things take a bit of a sharp turn. At least, that’s what they say. I’ve never really been one to question fate, you know?

But here I am, standing in front of Tyler wearing a long-sleeved maroon crop top with a short white mini skirt, I had an off-white panty and bra set underneath and black stockings. While he was completely naked, feeling the heat emanating from his body as he leans against the cold, hard surface of the locker room bench. His muscles ripple beneath his wet skin, and his cock…oh, his cock. It stands at full attention, twitching impatiently as if it knows exactly what I’m thinking. And you know what? It’s true. I can’t help but want to deny him any pleasure.

I move closer, my breath hot against his skin. “You’re so hard for me, Tyler,” I whisper, running my hand slowly up and down the length of his shaft. He shudders beneath my touch, his hips arching involuntarily into my grip. “I just love being in control of this,” I say, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and squeezing gently. “It feels so good.”

His eyes meet mine, dark and heavy-lidded, as if he’s struggling to maintain control. “Please, Devon,” he breathes, his voice ragged and desperate. “I need…I need you to…”

I lean in closer still, my lips brushing against his ear. “What do you need, Tyler?” I ask softly, my hand still wrapped around him. “What do you want me to do with this?” I begin to stroke him more firmly now, my thumb circling the head as I tease him mercilessly.

His hips buck upward, and he lets out a moan that sounds like my name. “Please, Devon,” he whispers, “I need you to…to…” He trails off, his eyes searching mine desperately for some sort of answer, some sort of release from this agony.

I lean in closer still, my lips brushing against his as I tease him with the tip of my tongue. “You want me to touch you?” I ask, my voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing. “You want me to make you feel good?”