I'm on the Phone

Kat hangs onto the phone like a pro, voice smooth while Jared slides between her thighs and he doesn’t play fair—his tongue drags straight through her wet cunt, flicking that swollen clit until her polite small talk hits a crack. Soon Troy decides the show needs a second act, drops behind her and works two fingers up her tight little ass, nice and slow, until the muscle gives and swallows him knuckle-deep. She gasps into the receiver, mask still intact, while her hand finds Trent’s cock, stroking him to a full throb. She licks her thumb and rubs circles over the head, milking him with practiced ease, never missing a beat in her conversation. Jared eats her sloppy and eager, fingers curling inside her pussy every time he feels her clench. Trent shifts closer until the fat tip of his cock bumps her bottom lip; without even asking he pushes inside her mouth. She swallows around him, cheeks hollowing, saliva trailing down his shaft. Between licks he turns to Troy, reaching behind to spread his ass wide open, tongue swiping lazy at that puckered hole like the hottest forethought he ever had. Laughter catches somewhere in Kat’s throat, gets bitten back so hard it trembles, and she’s still answering questions on the phone like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Moans start squeezing between polite replies, tiny hiccups of pleasure she can’t quite catch. Their bodies just keep moving, steady and dirty, three mouths and three sets of hands finding the wet spots and hard lines and moaning holes that make everyone’s pulse trip over itself. The moment right before everyone comes, Kat finally ends the call with a shaky “Talk to you later,” sets the phone down, and grins like she holds every ace in the deck.