Tell her how you'll fuck the older gilf into submission (not caught)

You look at the door hoping Ava won't burst in. You lower your voice to a rough whisper, the sound barely carrying through the phone's speaker. "You're going to listen to me, Darla. You're going to do exactly as I say."

Her eyes flutter open, a lazy, challenging smile playing on her lips. "Is that so, boss? And what if I don't?"

You feel a surge of power, a dark thrill that chases away the last remnants of guilt. "Then I'll have to teach you a lesson. I'll bend you over that big mahogany desk of mine, right there in the office where anyone could walk in. I'll flip that tight skirt up over your hips and I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars. I'll make you scream my name until your throat is raw."

A soft moan escapes her lips, her movements becoming more frantic. "And then what, John? What happens after you've had your way with me?"

"Then I'll take you home," you continue, your voice a low, menacing growl. "I'll tie you to your bed and I'll fuck you again. And again. I'll fuck you until you're begging me to stop, until you're nothing but a quivering, spent mess. I'll make you mine, Darla. Completely and utterly mine."

Her back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she comes, her body shuddering with the **** of her orgasm. You watch, transfixed, as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"Oh, god, John," she gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "You're a bad, bad man."

You watch Darla old body ride the dildo for your enjoyment as you pump yourself. The world has shrunk to this small, tiled room, to the glow of the screen and the sound of her ragged breaths. The image of her coming, the knowledge that you caused it, that you commanded it, is a potent aphrodisiac. You're close, so close, your own breath hitching in your throat.

"Come for me, boss," she whispers, her eyes locked on yours through the screen. "Let me see you. Let me see what I do to you."

That's all it takes. A final, **** tug and you're there, your own orgasm tearing through you with a **** that leaves you gasping, your head spinning. You slump against the counter, your legs trembling, a sheen of sweat coating your skin.

For a long moment, you just breathe, the only sound the hum of the bathroom fan and the soft sighs coming from the phone. Then, Darla's face fills the screen again, her expression soft, her eyes heavy with a satisfied glow.

"Good boy," she murmurs, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Now go back to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow."

The call ends, the screen going black, leaving you alone in the dim light of the bathroom. You look at your reflection in the mirror, at the man staring back at you, a stranger with your face. What have you become? You went to sleep by Ava who cuddle you as soon as you re-enter the bed. Her softness make you feel even worse.

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