Your phone buzzes

Your phone buzzes on the conference table, the screen lighting up beside the scattered papers and Cheryl’s still-unlocked device. You glance down while her mouth continues its slow, deliberate work along your cock.

Ruby.

The message is short.

“You never texted. Still at the office? I am ten minutes away if you want that drink. Or whatever.”

Cheryl feels the shift in your attention. She pulls back just enough to speak, lips wet and close to the head of your cock.

“Someone important?” she asks, voice low, then takes you into her mouth again without waiting for an answer, nursing you deeper while the message sits unread on the screen.