Not until you’ve left for work.

She’s still out like a light when you head out the door for work the next day, and you marvel at how peaceful she looks tucked into your bed. Your commute is uneventful, and you get to work on time.

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On your lunch break your phone rings, lighting up with “Love” as the caller ID, and you scramble to pick up. There’s no immediate response when you say hello, instead a wet gurgling sound comes through the speaker, then a gasp for breath, and finally a rhythmic sucking sound, interspersed with what sounds like soft gagging right before the call is ended. It takes you a second to remember your sandwich and coffee are sitting on your desk as you throb intensely in your pants. Emily really outdid herself making your fantasy seem real. Moments later your phone buzzes again, this time with a message, you open it, angling your screen to make sure nobody is likely to see your screen, and you are immediately hit by a slightly blurry video of what could be Emily, head bobbing in a lap, the strokes much longer than she’d have to make for you, those same soft slurping gags accompanying the motions. You don’t see hands, so she must have put a lot of effort into making it look like she was kneeling between another mans legs.