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Chapter 9 by Xolodnik Xolodnik

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New discoveries?

Michele whimpers as Kyle's cock brushes against her entrance. She tries to guide it inside, her hips moving restlessly, but he seems to enjoy teasing her. "Oh, you want this, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cock in your tight little pussy." He flexes his cock moving in away from her slit. "But you're going to have to work for it."

Michele lets out a **** whine, her body trembling as she tries to get closer to Kyle's hard cock. "Please, Kyle... I'll do anything you want... just let me feel you inside me..." Her words are slurred and breathy, her eager pussy leaking onto the carpet beneath her.

The ringtone of Michele's phone echoes in the room, startling her for a moment. She glances over at Kyle, hoping he would tell her if she should answers it. "I-I should get that," she stutters, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "It might be important." Her hand reaches down to grab her phone, but Kyle's grip on her hair tightens, holding her in place.

Kyle glances down at Michele's phone, a sneer curling his lips. "Who the fuck is it?" he growls, thrusting his hips harder, grinding his cock against her clit. "You think it is fun to fuck the bitch who talks on the phone... struggling to hide her arousal!" He leans in, his lips close to her ear. "Well, you are in luck bitch, cause it does sound like fun to fuck you while you talk." He grabs her phone and without looking at the screen pushes the green button.

Michele's heart skips a beat as she hears her son's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey mom, is that you? Can I ask you something?" His voice sounds nervous, and she can't help but smile, despite the situation she's in. "Yea," she moans feeling Kyle's cock rub against her clit, "I'm here... I'm here... just, what do you need?" she asks with her voice slightly on the nerve. "Do it already!" she whimpers back to Kyle, who is enjoying the show in front of him.

"Well, if you want me to stop teasing you, why don't you tell your little boy what you're doing right now?" Kyle whispers in her ear. "Mom?" the voice on the phone asks. "Mom, is there someone there?"

"Oh, dear," Michele says, her voice still shaky as she tries to keep up the pretense. "I'm just... um, in a meeting right now?" She moans, arching her back into Kyle's thrusts, feeling his cock against her swollen clit. "Just tell what you need already!" she hisses to her son.

"I just wanted to ask about your car," the son says hesitantly. "I was planning on taking it tonight." He pauses, clearly nervous about bringing it up. "Is there any way I could do it?" It is exactly that moment Kyle chose to push Michele over the edge. He grips her hips tightly, slamming his cock into her wet pussy, making her scream out in pleasure.

"YES, god!" Michele cries out, her body shuddering with pleasure as Kyle's thrusts push her over the edge. Her pussy clenches tightly around his cock, milking him as her orgasm washes over her. She gasps for breath, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. "Fuck..." she whispers, still catching her breath. "That was... incredible..."

"Mom, what is going on?" the son asks, clearly worried now. "Are you okay? Talk to me!"

"Oh, never being better!" Michele gasps, still trying to catch her breath. "And regarding the car," Her words trail off as Kyle pulls her hair back, forcing her to look up at him. "I think you would have to use public transport." She says kissing her lovers lips while pressing the end call button without listening to her son's reply. "Kyle, that was fucking hot!" She moans, arching her back, offering her wet pussy to him.

"I think so too!" Kyle replies, his voice rough with desire as he hips rock against her. He slaps her ass, then thrusts forward again, burying himself in her wet heat. "Maybe next time I'll let you call your ex too!" he growls, gripping her hair tightly as he fucks her harder. "Oh fuck yes," he moans, feeling her body tremble beneath him. "You're so fucking hot for me, aren't you?"

"Oh, Kyle!" Michele cries out, her body trembling as he thrusts his hips against her. "Yes, I'm so hot for you!" she moans, arching her back to meet his thrusts. "Breed me!" she moans as her hand reaches between her legs, stroking her clit roughly. "Make my belly swell!"

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