Haeun and Minjae have phone sex

But one night, as the clock crept towards midnight, their conversation took a more intimate turn. His voice was low and warm as he said, “I miss you.”

Haeun bit her lip, feeling a flutter of nervous anticipation. “I miss you, too.”

“Do you?” he murmured. “What do you miss the most?”

A blush warmed her cheeks as she considered her words. “Your touch.”

He hummed softly, the sound like a caress. “Tell me more, baby. What do you want me to do when we’re together again?”

Her breath quickened. She closed her eyes, imagining it was his fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping lower. “I want you to kiss me,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”

“Like here?” he asked, his voice husky. She could feel the ghost of his lips against her neck, a sensation both real and imagined. “Or maybe... here?”

His touch seemed to trace lower, across the curves of her breasts, now sensitive from the attention. She arched into the sensation, her nipples straining against the fabric of her pajamas.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Lower...”

“I will, baby,” he promised. “I’ll make you feel so good when we’re together again. But for now—” He paused, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Show me.”

With a trembling hand, she angled her phone down, snapping a quick photo of herself in bed. Her face flushed as she sent it off to him, and she waited with a mix of excitement and self-consciousness.

The response came almost immediately—a selfie of him in his dimly lit room, his expression a mix of longing and love that made her heart skip a beat. “You’re so beautiful, Haeun,” he murmured. “Can you show me more?"

Her breath hitched, but her desire overpowered her hesitation. She slipped her pajama top over her head, exposing herself to the cool air and the camera's lens. As she snapped another photo, her breasts bounced slightly in view, and she shivered at the thought of how he might react.

“Perfect,” he whispered after he received it. “Now... can I see what’s under those shorts, too?”

With a shaky hand, Haeun slid her shorts off, kicking them aside. She snapped another picture, her bare, shaved pussy on display. She bit her lip as she hit send, anticipating his reaction. His response was immediate: a photo of his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I want you so much right now.”

She moaned softly at the sight, her fingers moving down to tease herself, imagining it was his touch. She heard him groan, low and deep, and it sent a thrill through her.

“Show me how you touch yourself thinking about me, baby.” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

With a nervous but eager smile, she started to record a video, capturing the movement of her fingers as they danced across her sensitive folds. Her breath quickened, soft gasps filling the silence as she teased herself, imagining it was his fingers instead of hers.

As she hit send, a blush warmed her cheeks, but it paled in comparison to the fire igniting within her. His response was almost immediate—a short video of his hand stroking his hard cock, his movements firm and decisive. She watched, captivated, as the muscles in his arm flexed with each stroke, his skin glistening under the dim light.

“Like what you see, baby?” his voice was low, almost a growl. She nodded before realizing he couldn’t see her, and her fingers flew across her phone. “Yessss,” she replied, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen, and the evidence of his excitement.

“Good,” he responded. “Because I’m thinking about you right now, Haeun. I’m imagining it’s your hands wrapped around me, stroking me up and down...”

She squirmed on her bed, feeling an ache build within her, a **** need to be filled. Her fingers moved back down to her wet sex, and she started to pleasure herself again, imagining it was his cock sliding into her, filling her.

She moaned softly, unable to contain the rush of pleasure she felt as he whispered, “I wish I could taste you, baby. Lick that pretty pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name...”

Her breath quickened, soft gasps filling the silence of the room as she teased her clit, imagining it was his tongue instead of her fingers. She closed her eyes, picturing his face between her thighs, the way his eyes would flick up to meet hers, filled with desire and love.

“Are you close?” His voice was hoarse, thick with need.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered, her fingers moving faster, more insistently.

“Send me a video. Let me watch you cum, Haeun.”

She angled her phone again, capturing the movement of her fingers, glistening with her juices. She kept her eyes open, her gaze fixed on the screen, watching as her fingers moved in and out of her, imagining they were his cock. Her orgasm built, a wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over her at any moment.

Her voice was soft, breathless as she whispered into the phone, “I’m cumming...”

“Cum for me, Haeun,” he said, his own breath hitching. “Let me see you cum...”

With a final stroke of her fingers, she tipped over the edge, her hips lifting off the bed as she came, a wordless cry falling from her lips. The camera captured everything—her trembling thighs, her flushed skin, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face.

She hit send, watching as the video disappeared into the digital void, knowing that on the other end, he was experiencing her pleasure with her.

The response was immediate—a video of his hand, moving faster, more urgently, his breath coming in quick gasps. With a low groan, he came too, thick spurts of cum shooting onto his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of pleasure.

As they lay there, panting softly, their intimacy bridged by pixels and screens. Haeun felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a sense of connection that transcended time and distance.

“I love you,” she whispered into the phone, her voice heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, and she knew it was true.

“I love you too,” he responded. “And I can’t wait to see you again.”

As the call ended and she curled under her blanket, she held onto that promise, that hope for their reunion. She fell into a deep, contented sleep.