Let Chloe explain to her girlfriend.

"Hello, love!" The female voice on the other end is tired, but chipper. "Just wanted to check in, hear your voice a little bit."

"Oh, are you looking for Chloe?" The voice gasps in surprise. "Here, I'll put her on for you. Chloe, tell your girlfriend what's happening." You pass the phone to Chloe.

"Babe? It's Chloe. No, he's a neighbor. He's a friend of my Mom." Chloe is barely disguising her deep, labored breathing. You tug her panties away and let them snap back against her pussy.

"NnNNHh--no, no, it's nothing. No, there's nothing wrong, I'm just--"

Without warning, you glide your cock straight into her trembling snatch. A crooked smile creeps across Chloe's face, and you start to thrust. Pleasure begins to take over her conversation.

"Babe, everything's goOOoood here, izzogoOOod. It was so tasty-- the wine! No, the wine, I mean..." Chloe looks over her shoulder at you, grinning ear to ear, and starts to match your rhythm.

"Tell your girlfriend the truth, Chloe. No shame." Chloe suppresses a mewling squeal, but she can't hold it in any longer. There's a sweet, hot sensation flowing through her, and she knows exactly what it is. Your cock is giving her an orgasm. An electric, bodyshaking climax is taking over her mind. Her lips curl into a trembling smile and her eyes start to roll backwards.

"I love cock! Baby, it's so good, you don't know at all! No, please, babe, just listen to me! It's so thick and powerful, it's like a ****!" She looks up at you with **** eyes.

"Don't stop, John, please don't stop!"

"You want my cum don't you?" She nods obediently, letting the phone fall from her hands onto the counter beside her, a garbled voice ranting on the other end.

"Then scream for it. Tell her what you want now."