It's 11:39pm and I'm sitting on my bed, under the soft covers. Everyone in the house is already asleep and since all the rooms here are sound closed, I can do whatever the hell I want.

I open skype and see Grayson is offline. I refresh and he's online. I giggle to myself and open out chat.

Lea: hey babyboyyy

Gray: hey babygirll
Gray: I'm gon' call you rn okay?

Lea: okay♥️

Soon he calls me and I accept.

"Hey babygirl." His raspy voice says.

"Hey babyboy." I bite my lip, trying to hide how turned on I am by just his voice.

"Wanna play a game?" He asks.
"Again." He eventually giggles.

My heart melts at his cute laugh.

"Sure. What game?"

"21 questions extreme."

"What is extreme?" I giggle.

"Let's just say that it means we give it a little twist." He chuckles.
"A sexual twist." His voice immediately becomes darker and even sexier.

"Uuh, s..suree.." I stutter.

"Alright, what's your bra size?" He asks.

"75 C." I blush.
I softly hear Grayson groan from the other line, almost like he's frustrated.

"I have another question.." he begins.
"Do you have a crush at the moment?"

"I uhmm, I don't know I uhh, maybe.. I think so?" I stutter. I hear him chuckle on the other line.
"Now it's my turn." I smirk to myself as I think about the question that's sort of the same as the first one he asked me.

"Go ahead." He says.

"How long is your dick." I bite my lip.

"Y..you want me to measure it?" He asks, taken completely off guard.

"Yup." I chuckle.

"Alright, but I gotta warn you that it's big." He chuckles.

"How come?" I ask curious.

"I work out a lot." He starts.
"You know, how deeper the V-line how bigger the dick." He smirks.

"Just measure it already." I bite my lip, getting frustrated as hell.

"Alright alright."
I hear him moving around.

By now I've already been waiting for about 2 minutes and to he honest I'm getting frustrated as hell. Sexual frustrated.

"Alright I'm back." He sighs.

"And?" I ask, biting my lip.

"7-8 inches." He replies. My eyes widen and I try to keep a useless moan in.

"Omygod." I moan softly.

"Impressed?" He chuckles.

"How tall are you?" I ask.

"Around 5'8 or 5'9. Why?" He asks.

"Because your dick is already fucking big!" I say, immediately regretting it.

"Well, thanks." He chuckles.
"Would you like to see it?" He asks, taking me off guard.

"Wh..what do yo..u mmean?" I stutter.

"I can turn on the video call so you can see it? As proof." He says.

Instead of actually replying I accidentily moan.

A few seconds later I can see his legs through my phone screen. He still has his joggers on though.

"A..are you really gonna do this?" I wisper softly.

Without earning a reply from him, he turns on his flash light, making everything even more visable and his left hand reaches down to the waiat band of his joggers. His thumb slides under it and he slowly pulls down his joggers. His white Calvin Klein's appear and his huge buldge presses through the thin fabric.

"You ready babygirl?" He asks is a sexual and raspy voice.

"Yes." I say eagerly.

He smirks and slides his thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He slowly slides them down making me insanely wet already.
He slides his boxers down fully to his thighs, making his large ass dick point at the ceiling. My eyes widen and I bring my finger to my area softly. Luckily I didn't turn my camera on so he wouldn't see how turned on I was.
His hand slowly grabs something and eventually a ruler appears. He holds it against his dick and the tip is between two numbers.

"7-8 inches." His rapsy voice says.

I moan softly at his voice and I bring my finger closer to my hear, pressing it against my entrece, ready to enter it.

"Are you touching yourself?" His husky voice rings through my ears.

"N..no." I maon softly.

"It's alright." He chuckles. I close my eyes softly and when I open them, I see Grayson switching his hands so he is holding his phone with his left hand and brings his large hand to his huge dick. His hand is actually pretty small compared to his dick.
His hand wraps around his dick and he softly starts moving up and down.
I pick up the pace of my finger inside me wich makes me moan a but louder.
I hear a soft grunt coming from Grayson's line followed by a sentence that I didn't expect nor seen coming;

"Fuck, Lea."