Answer the call.

Normally, you'd just let the phone ring out. But there's something perverse about the idea of speaking to her dad while you're buried balls-deep inside his daughter's perfect round ass. You reach over and tap your phone, answering the call and putting it on loudspeaker.

"Heeey buddy," booms Steven's voice from the phone, echoing throughout the room. "Hope I haven't got you at a bad time."

Gemma cranes her neck towards you, trying her best to suppress a scream. Strands of hair are plastered to her beautiful face with sweat, and she has a look of complete panic in her eyes. You ignore her obvious distress and continue pistoning your cock in and out of her tight little pucker, a wicked smile spreading across your face. She brings her hands up to cover her mouth, but you reach forward and grab them, pinning her slender wrists behind her back with a single hand.

The sensation of her asshole constricting around your cock only serves to amplify the pleasure you're experiencing right now. She bites her lips to stop any sounds from escaping, but her eyelashes can't help but flutter, and her eyes roll back into the back of her head as you reach around her waist with your free hand and start playing with her clit.