He picks the phone with his free hand.

His other hand keeps pushing your head up and down on his cock, and you drool over it. You're unhappy about it, but you can't do anything but suck it. He reads the notification and whistles.

"Well, you're a damn slut for sure. I'd never have guessed, what with you always being so prim and proper and stuck up, but you're much more of a whore than Ditzy Alice, and she's some damn good cock sucker."

What the fuck? What was the message, and what's this about Alice?

"Wanna know what your boyfriend asks?" he laughs. Oh, come on, Jake. You haven't started whining again, have you?

"He asks if you're coming home tonight or if you'll be getting Brad's big cock again. I like the again. You slut. I'm starting to like you, babe. Smile!"

He pulls your head up just long enough for the phone to recognise you and unlock, then fills your mouth again.

"Sor-ry ba-be, I am get-ting my ass ruined to-night by my work-mate.", he enunciates as he types with one finger. Oh, come on.

"He's gonna like that, huh?" he says.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Your phone goes wild.

"Hahahaha." he doubles over.

"Damn. That's some good cucky boy. He pleads for some pics. He wants to know if you'll cum. Ah, lol. He promises to eat you out. Stop sucking babe, we have a mission!"