Couch fun.

For a little while, Bella shows off her skills, grinding her crotch on yours while you squeeze her pink-clad ass. She kisses you sloppily, moving from your lips to your neck and back again.
{if BellaTruth = 1
}"Don't want a hickey, I'm assuming?"
{if Details = 1
}"It's fine...she'll like it..." you reply.
{else
}"Yeah thanks." you breathe, and she smiles. {endif}{endif
}"You're so sexy, James." she says into your cheek. "You smell so nice...and your hands are nice and strong squeezin' my ass...." she smiles.
You can't resist a little needling. "Better than Bradley?"
"Ugh..." she grinds harder, and pulls at the buttons on your shirt. "Don't get me started. He was a good fuck... but it's not worth it, you know? To put up with his bullshit." One by one, the buttons come undone until your shirt is open and your tshirt exposed, which she pulls up out of your waist band. Bella rubs your pecs through your undershirt and smiles.
"His loss..." you grab her by the back of her head and pull her into some more making out while she opens your fly with a free hand. When it comes loose, she stands up to let you slide your pants to the floor.
"Now..." she's practically licking her lips "let's see that-" Her phone buzzes on the coffee table, interrupting her thought. "Fuck..." she picks it up and her eyes blaze... "Speak of the asshole..." she picks up her phone, and glances at the tent in your boxers. "One moment, please..."
You just nod as she answers the phone on the fourth ring.
"I swear to god, Bradley... what do you want?"
"Don't hang up on me, babe!" Bradley sounds a little drunk, you think.
"I don't have time for this right now."
"Come on, Bella. I love you. I'm sorryy.."
"You keep saying sorry but you don't change your behavior..." while she talks, she fishes inside your slit, pulling your cock free. She can't help but nod in approval, and mouth "bigger than him" to you while Bradley is talking. You can't deny the rush of this illicit activity.
Bella drops to her knees in front of you, while Bradley goes on and on like drunk people do, making excuses for his behavior. While he rambles, she pops the head into her mouth, moaning as she does.

She licks, sucks and slurps while he babbles, and you can't suppress a pleasurable moan of your own.
"What's that noise?" his voice pipes up from the phone.
"*pop* it's not important..."she strokes your slick cock, looking at the phone. "I've made my decision, Bradley. I'm sorry you couldn't figure out how to be an adult. You can come get the stuff you have here tomorrow."
"That's bullshit! Why do you have to be...."
"I swear to God, Bradley if you..." she shakes her head.
"such a bitch! Why can't you see that I'm good to you!"
Bella is furious now. You can tell she does NOT like being called a bitch, and this is the third time tonight from the drunk idiot.