Snap and tell her exactly what you’re doing

The careful restraint snaps.

“I’m fucking Ruby,” you tell Natasha, voice hard and clear. “Right now. My cock is still buried in her cunt after I just came inside her. She’s not on birth control. And I’m about to do it again.”

You put the phone on speaker and drop it on the floor beside Ruby’s head. Then you pull out, flip her onto her front in one rough motion, and drive back into her from behind with full force. The wet, filthy sound of her cum-filled cunt taking the thick length again fills the quiet living room. Your hips slam forward hard and deep, the full 8.5 inches burying itself to the root with every aggressive thrust.

Ruby braces on her forearms and pushes back to meet you, athletic body taking the pounding without complaint. She leans closer to the phone, voice rough and open so Natasha hears every word.

“He’s so deep, Natasha. Thicker than anything I’ve had in months. He just filled me and he’s already hard again. I can feel your husband’s cum running down my thighs while he fucks me properly. The way you never do.”

You grip her hips harder and pick up the pace, the slap of skin on skin loud and relentless. Ruby’s moans rise between the taunts, broken and genuine.

“He’s stretching me open. Every inch. I told him I’m not on birth control and he still came inside me like he owned it. Now he’s doing it again from behind. Hard. The way a man fucks when he’s been denied too long. You spent months telling him no. I spent one evening telling him yes. Guess which one he chose.”

You keep driving into her, the thick cock slamming deep, the mess from the first load making every stroke wetter and louder. Ruby reaches back with one hand to spread herself wider, giving you a clearer view of the stretched, cum-slick hole you’re using, and keeps talking straight into the phone.

“He’s going to fill me again. I can feel it. Your husband’s cock is throbbing inside me right now and there’s nothing you can do about it except listen. Listen to how wet I am for him. Listen to how hard he’s fucking the woman who actually wants it.”

The phone stays on speaker on the floor. Natasha’s silence or whatever reaction she is having is drowned under the wet, aggressive sound of you pounding Ruby from behind and the continuous stream of filthy, detailed narration Ruby is feeding her without shame or hesitation.