“Hello, it’s Filthy Scribe, but you can call me Joe if you like; you must be Fizzy Bingers,” Joe said as he greeted Katy with her screen name after doing so himself.
“Nice to put a face to the smut at last, and I’m Katy when my bingers aren’t fizzy,” Katy answered with a smile.
When Fizzy had decided to meet up with Filthy, Joe took her plan to do so outside the entrance to the airport hotel in his stride. Katy’s invitation to him to follow her inside was one Joe was happy to go along with.
Katy led Joe to her room amid giggles of mischief, her appetite for his trademark cheekiness growing with every step.
“Talk filthy to me, Filthy; Busy’s eager to get busy,” Katy said as she undressed and invited Joe to join her on the bed.
Fillthy’s filth was weapons-grade, and it had Busy Fingers’ fingers busy as she lay beside him.
“Fair play, sir, you’ve turned this bit of dipping into a proper snorter,” Katy said in her best Fizzy voice.
Fizzy’s busy fingers and Filthy’s filthy story combined beautifully, as touch and words blended beautifully.
Filthy’s words sucked Fizzy’s clit to heaven as her fingers brought everything to life expertly to loud cries of climax.
Filthy got filthy and Fizzy got busy, and they were both happy to have done so.
