Spectre hooked his microphone to his helmet as he walked out to the track. He was finally doing a race today, and planned on talking to Hera while he did so. Luckily for her he hadn't gotten his racing suit washed right and it shrunk, clinging to his muscular figure. Especially around his waist... "Can you hear me?" He said as he got in his car.
"Mhmm. Don't stare too hard at the flagger." Hera teased. Her anxiety had kept her home this time. It had spiked in the last few weeks, it did that sometimes. Hera had kept a sneaky picture of him in the suit on her phone. She stared at it, getting needy. One hand slid under her shirt to toy with her nipples.
Spectre hummed. "Only if you're my flagger. My suit shrunk, so I might be the one being stared at.."
"W-Well, it looked good on you. I can try to un-shrink it-" Hera's voice wobbled slightly. "Un-shrink it?" Spectre blinked. "You're smaller than me-"
"No, I've had it happen before. If you throw it in with warm water and then straight to the dryer, it might unshrink itself." Hera shook her head, pinching her nipples with a hummed-out moan.
Spectre nodded. He started the car and the race began. Spectre immediately taking the lead. "The flagger was pretty cute~" Spectre teased. "Hnn~, don't do that to me, da- Spec." Hera barely caught herself. One hand slid down to play with her clit. Spectre blushed. He caught the moan. He decided to toy with her abit... "Mhm, she was probably..a double D? Maybe triple.." Spectre made up. "Speeeecccc~," Hera whined. "Don't.." Hera inhaled sharply as her middle finger plunged into her hole.
"What?" Spectre smirked.
"Focus on the road... gh-"
"I'm focusing on you right now." He hummed. Completing his first lap. "Mm."
"Don't get hurt." Another shaky exhale and a wet slap as Hera got too rough. One hand clamped over her mouth as she started moving faster. "I won't, bunny." He lowered his voice on the pet name.
"Mnh-" Hera clamped a hand over her mouth. "B-Bunny? Where'd that come from?"
Spectre grunted as he finished his second lap. "..What are you doing right now?"
"... dishes." Hera gasped softly, pulling away from the phone for a second.
"That explains the noise. Thought I heard something wet."
"M-mhm! Definitely the dishes. Heh-." Hera was a bad liar. Her fingers started moving faster. "You sure?" Spectre smirked.
"Mhm! Totally."
"Bunny, are you lying?"
Hera went red. She was so close-
"Well?"
"S-Sorry-"
"Then what are you really doing?" Spectre asked, he wasn't angry. Just curious. "M- t- playing with myself... I'm sorry, you just looked so good in your suit- I couldn't help it..." Hera whimpered softly, forcing her fingers out in shame. Spectre turned red. "..Keep going. I won't stop ya.."
"Y... you don't mind?"
"Not at all. I like hearing you be a slut for me.."
Hera's fingers moved back down. "I'm soaking wet... you're so hot, nGh~!"
"Hm~ let me guess you were staring at my dick?" Spectre teased. "Yes- mmm~...My fingers don't feel as good as your cock would..." Hera's fingers pumped in and out of her. "I'll skip fan interactions today and come home immediately. You seem like you need help." Spectre decided. "Mmm, you don't have to... I can take care of myself." Hera moved faster. Her toes curled.
"Too late, the whole time all I would be able to think about is slamming myself inside your stretched hole." Spectre described. "Since you liked my suit so much I could give you a close up."
"That's hot... mMm~! I'm so close, just talking to you..."
Spectre hummed. "Louder. Speak louder."
"L-Louder? People can't hear me, can they?"
"No." Spectre answered. "Speak louder. Don't hold back for me, bunny." He prompted. Hera whimpered a little before it turned into full-out moans. The went slapping noises became more and more apparent. "So worked up over an outfit." Spectre hummed. He shifted in his seat. "We haven't had sex in so long~..." 'So Long' as in three days ago. Or maybe Hera was just horny.
"I agree. Let me hurry this up for us." Spectre hummed.
