Natasha calls

You’re still buried deep inside Ruby, the thick length of you slowly softening in the flooded heat of her cunt, when your phone starts ringing on the floor beside you. The screen lights up with Natasha’s name.

You reach for it without pulling out. Ruby’s legs stay locked around your waist, holding you in place. You answer on the third ring, voice carefully even.

“Hey.”

Natasha’s voice comes through sharp and immediate.

“Where are you? It’s late. You said you were finishing up at the office hours ago.”

You keep your tone flat. “Still out. Some of the work crowd went for a drink after work. Lost track of time.”

There’s a short, pointed silence on the line. Then the edge in her voice sharpens further.

“Work friends. Right. The same ones you’ve been staying late with over the last few weeks? Or is this the special kind of work friend who somehow always needs you after hours?”

Underneath you, Ruby feels the tension in your body and answers it with deliberate intent. She starts rolling her hips in slow, tight circles, the soaked walls of her cunt massaging the sensitive length of your cock, squeezing and releasing in a steady, filthy rhythm. Warm cum shifts and leaks around the base with every movement. She leans up, lips brushing your ear, and begins whispering so quietly only you can hear.

“Stay inside me. Feel how full I am. That’s all yours. Every drop. Keep talking to her while I milk you clean.”

Natasha is still going on the phone, the insinuation growing clearer with every clipped sentence about late nights and office drama and how convenient it is that you’re never home when she actually wants to talk. Ruby keeps the slow, deliberate grind going, soft athletic body working the thick cock still lodged inside her, whispering more of the same low, filthy encouragement against your ear while the call continues and the mess between your bodies only grows wetter.