Mrs Harding

“Hullo,” you mumbled into the phone.

There was a pause, and only breathing greeted you. After a minute of silence you were about to repeat yourself when you heard the frantic, worried voice of Tina’s mom on the other end of the line. “Mike?” She asked in a breathy whisper, “Can we talk?”

The sound of her voice brought a flash of her to your mind, an image of her exquisite body kneeling before you in a position of utter servility, MILF body ready to receive your aching cock, to be fucked over and over again. Her lust feeding your own, the power of the ring growing.

“Sure, Mrs Harding,” you answered in a voice that was thick with excitement and lust. “We can talk.”

Your dick rose within your shorts, demanding attention. You were about to reach down and take hold of yourself when her voice cut through your fog of lust.

“I…fuck, there’s no way to say this over the phone,” she sounded worried. “Can you come over?”

That brought a frown to your face. “It’s like 1 AM, can’t this wait?”

“No, it absolutely cannot wait.”

“Why n-”

“Because I’m pregnant, you idiot.”