Her friend Staci calls

The redhead's phone starts ringing and she wraps her legs around your waist and lifts herself off the ground. You start pounding into her as her back leans against her door.

"Holy fuck, Mister, I'm going to like...uhng....busting....uhng...my....fuck....brothers...." she grunts out as you pick up the pace. Her thighs around your hips are warm, her ankles are locked tight. "Fuck, don't stop!" she moans just a little too loud.

And then her phone rings.

"Answer it," you order with a touch of malice and you start fucking harder and faster. You're so close to blowing in this brother-busting tart. It feels like you can feel your sack swelling with the amount of sperm your balls are producing.

"Mmmm...but....mmmm....no...don't stop..."

"Who said I was stopping?" you growl out. You'd fuck her harder but you're already almost shaking things off her shelves. You hand the ginger twat her phone and slide the answer button over.

"Candice, are you coming to the mall with me and Jeremy today?"

"Mmmm...fuck....Stacy...fuck! Definitely cumming!" Candice almost screams. Her pussy is a quivering vice on your rod. You hit the speaker phone button and set it on the desk next to you.

"Are you alright?"

Candice could only manage syllables of pleasure at that point, and your hammering rod made the most delicious sounds as her pussy got wetter and wetter as you made her cum. There was no way Stacy didn't hear her crimson muffed friend's pussy over the phone.