[Soft, shaky breathing — like she’s been crying, intimate tone] Hey... It’s me. I know it’s late. You’re probably with her right now. But I couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about you. About us. [Wistful whisper — bitter ache beneath softness] Do you ever think about me? About how it used to be? God, I do. When I’m alone in this bed, I still feel you. Still smell you on my pillow. Even after I’ve washed it a hundred times. [Soft laugh — broken, vulnerable] Pathetic, right? That’s probably what she’d call me. But I don’t care. I miss you. I miss your cock. My pussy’s already throbbing just thinking about it. [Voice low, sultry — moan laced, dirty whisper] Are you touching yourself right now? Because I am. I’ve got my hand between my thighs… Thinking about your voice. The way you used to fuck me and whisper my name. Stroke for me. Nice and slow. Just like you used to. [Moan — breathy, desperate] God… I want to be on my knees again. Mouth open. Your cock in my throat. Your hands in my hair. [Whisper intensifies — building emotion and heat] She doesn’t beg the way I did, does she? Doesn’t let you use her like I did. You said no one fit you like I did. Was that true? Was I your favorite? [Heavy breath — soft moan] Please… Just for tonight… Let me be yours again. I'll be quiet. I’ll be good. Your good girl. Your little slut. Just say my name. That’s all I need. [Voice cracks — aching whisper, fading into soft sobbing] I miss how you used to hold me. Even when you were rough. You always held me after. [Final whisper — intense but quiet, secretive] Call me when you’re alone. When you need me. I’ll be here. Always yours.