Busy signal. Oh well.

At the tone, she let out a frustrated whimper, ending the phone call. Her fingers glistened, continuing to gently stroke her folds, not yet plunging into her wanting tunnel. She tried calling one more time, before giving up, setting hey phone aside.

With a frustrated sigh, the worked up brunette got into the shower. Her mind started to drift, thinking now of everything that had to be done that day. she washed up, the sound of her buzzing phone going unheard. By the time she actually got out of the shower, the caller had left a message in her voicemail.