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Chapter 8 by cphi cphi

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Spoiled by the phone...

The sudden and violent buzzing of Brian's cellphone threw a wrench on the works. The sudden noise triggered Beth's fiancee to suddenly curse and shoot his load deep into her pussy...and she enjoyed the feeling of his seed filling her up despite the fact that her approaching orgasm started to wane instead. Damn it.
For his part, Brian scrambled off the bed to reach his vibrating phone. Beth felt droplets of cum as they splattered across her butt and lower back. She watched him ruefully as he answered the phone in a near panic, his voice pinched from the sudden climax.
"Y-yes!? Hello? Frank. Hey...yes. Yes sir I'm.... no I'm fine I just.... just got out of the shower...."
Beth got up slowly, grabbing her fiancee around the waist and kissing his shoulder before heading to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to rub the cum from her dripping pussy as well as her back and buttcheeks.
"...coffee? Absolutely I can... yes I remember. Colombian blend, tall, soy milk, two splenda..." Brian met her eyes as she worked, and he mouthed a silent "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay." she mouthed in return, giving him a smile. She would have liked to climax with him, but the phone call wasn't his fault.
"...be there. Okay Frank, I'll see you in a bit." Brian hung up the phone, and looked at her, shaking his head in disbelief, cheeks red. "I'm so sorry, baby...the phone..."
"It's alright..." she gave him another reassuring kiss, on the lips this time, but then her face become annoyed. "Why are you fetching coffee? You're not an intern, you're a valuable associate."
"Frank's unique brand of "putting me through my paces." It's beneath me, I know, but you got to do what you got to do to make partner before 30." {if Career = 4
}
"Doesn't he have a little PA for stuff like that?" Karen, with the big tits and the plump lips.
"Not anymore. He fired her yesterday." {endif
}Brian was rushing through his prep now, brushing his teeth and using the electric razor, when he usually preferred gel and a manual razor. He still managed to look professional and ready to go in no time, and he gave her a quick kiss before darting from the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. "Love you, baby. Talk to you later."
She sighed with a mixture of love and disappointment after he left. Soon... it'll be over soon, and it'll be worth it.

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