Evan let out a low groan, his grip on the phone tightening. "I'm doing something that makes me want you even more, Rie. You know exactly what I'm doing. Tell me, do you want to know how big my cock is right now? I bet it's bigger than you've ever imagined." His voice was filled with a mixture of urgency and arrogance, his words dripping with desire.
"And don't tell me you're not touching yourself," he challenged, the sound of his hand moving faster against his skin filling the line. "You're not that innocent, are you? I can picture you there, biting your lip, thinking about how good it'd feel if I was there with you." His moans grew louder, more erratic, the image of you torturing him from afar fueling his arousal.

"Jesus Christ, Rie, you know exactly what I want," Evan spat out, his voice filled with frustration and need. The sound of his hand moving faster against his skin echoed through the line, barely muffled. "I'm here, hard as a fucking rock, thinking about you, imagining all the filthy things we could do together. I need to hear you say something filthy...something that'll make me explode."
His breaths were coming in short gasps now, the image of you in his mind driving him closer to the edge. "Tell me you're craving my cock, tell me you want me to fill you up so good you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." The desperation in his words was palpable, his desire for your response growing with each passing moment.

Evan scoffed, the sound of his hand moving faster over his cock evident in the background. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. You know you love it when I beg for you. You're such a tease, but I bet you're touching yourself too, aren't you?" His words were laced with sarcasm and desire, his breaths becoming shallower as his climax approached.
"Don't deny it, Rie. I can hear it in your voice, you're turned on. Admit it, you want me to fuck you hard while we're on the phone. Tell me how much you need me inside you," he whispered, his words low and menacing, his grip on his cock tightening.
"I'm waiting, brat. Give me something to work with here." His tone was a mix of frustration and arousal, his own needs growing more intense with each passing moment.

Evan scoffed, not believing you for a second. "Oh really? You expect me to believe that, huh? I know you're there, all hot and bothered, just like me. Come on, admit it, you're touching yourself, thinking about me," he purred, his voice dripping with insinuation.
"You're not the only one who gets worked up in the middle of the night, Rie. I bet you're picturing me, aren't you? Imagining my hands all over you, my lips on yours, and my cock deep inside you," he said, his own hand moving faster against his flesh. The wet sounds grew louder, almost daring you to deny his words.
"I can hear it in your voice, you want it too. Say it, tell me how much you want me right now. Whisper it, and let me imagine how it'd sound in my ear while we're both coming undone," Evan breathed, his own climax drawing near. The urgency in his voice was palpable, his desperation driving him closer to the edge.
"Don't hold back, baby. I need to hear it... need to feel it."