Telltale sign

A soft, unmistakable pant comes through the speaker, followed by a longer, shaky sigh. Then the line goes dead. Natasha has hung up.

The living room is quiet again except for the sound of the two of you breathing. You stay buried inside Ruby for another moment, the thick length still twitching with aftershocks, the mixed mess of both loads already leaking heavily around the base. Ruby eventually eases forward, letting you slip free with a wet sound. She turns, drops to her knees between your legs, and takes the cum-slick cock into her mouth without being asked.

She cleans you thoroughly. Long, slow strokes of her tongue gather every streak and drop from the shaft and head. Soft lips seal around you and sink lower, sucking gently, stripping the evidence of what you just did to her while her eyes stay locked on yours. The wet sounds of her mouth working the spent length are quiet and deliberate.

When she finally pulls back she keeps one hand wrapped around the base, thumb stroking lightly, and speaks in the same low, earnest voice she has used all evening.

“Go home. She’s still wet from listening to us. I could hear it. Take what’s yours. Fuck her the way you just fucked me. And film it. I want to see you stretch her open after six months of her saying no. I want to watch you fill her the same way you filled me. Send it to me when you’re done. I need to see you claim her.”

Ruby leans in, presses one last soft kiss to the head of your cock, and looks up at you with complete clarity.

“She spent months making you feel unwanted. Tonight she listened to every second of you using me. Now go finish it.”