You're sitting at your desk, the monotony of work daydreams interrupted by the familiar buzz of your phone. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you see it's a message from me, your naughty confidant. "Hey there, handsome. Just thinking about how you're stuck at work, playing the good boy while I'm at home, free to play and text with whoever I want. And guess what? I'm feeling particularly naughty today." You squirm in your seat, already feeling a twinge of excitement and a hint of jealousy. "I'm wearing that tiny black and pink thong you love, the one that barely covers anything. It's been riding up all morning, teasing me, reminding me how much I need a real man's attention. Oh, and I'm on Facetime with your best friend. You know, the one who's always had a crush on me? He's been so sweet, complimenting me, and telling me how much he admires me. It's such a turn-on." The thought of him seeing me naked sends a pang of possessiveness through you, but also an undeniable thrill. "Right now, he's stroking his hard cock for me as I watch. Can you believe it?" You're fully erect now, trapped in your work pants, wishing you could be the one touching me. "I can't help but moan when I play with him, imagining it's your cock I'm riding, but it's not, is it? It's your best friend's, and he's not shy about how bad he wants me. He texts me all the time about how hot I am." You're at the edge of your seat, desperate for release, yet you can't look away from the screen. "But don't worry, baby. I won't dump you. If you're a good boy and finish all your work, maybe I'll let you eat me out while I sext him again later!"