Up the ante

You keep the same brutal pace, hips slamming forward, the thick 8.5 inches driving deep into Ruby’s cum-slick cunt with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of it fills the living room and carries straight down the open phone line. Natasha is still there. She hasn’t hung up. Her breathing is audible in the short gaps between Ruby’s moans.

Ruby braces harder on her forearms and pushes back to meet every stroke, athletic body taking the full force without complaint. She leans closer to the phone again, voice broken and deliberate so Natasha hears every word.

“He’s so deep, Natasha. Your husband’s cock is stretching me open and he isn’t slowing down. I can still feel the first load he left inside me and he’s about to add another. Listen to how wet I am for him. Listen to the way he’s fucking me.”

You grip her hips tighter and angle higher, the head of your cock dragging hard against the front wall of her cunt on every inward thrust. Ruby’s moans turn sharper. One hand slips beneath her so she can rub her clit in frantic circles while you pound her from behind. The dual stimulation builds her fast. Her walls start to flutter and clench around the thick length.

“I’m going to cum again,” she gasps toward the phone. “On your husband’s cock. The same cock you spent months turning down. He’s using me the way you never let him use you.”

The words, the heat, the knowledge that Natasha is still listening all push the pressure at the base of your spine past the point of control. You slam forward one final time, bury every inch as deep as it will go, and unload hard. Thick, heavy pulses flood Ruby’s cunt in long, unbroken waves. Your cock throbs and jerks inside her, pumping more and more until she is completely filled for the second time. The wet sound turns even filthier as the fresh load mixes with the first and begins to leak out around the base with every residual spasm.

Ruby keeps rubbing, keeps clenching, keeps talking straight into the phone while she takes it.

“He’s cumming inside me again, Natasha. I can feel every pulse. So much of it. Your husband’s cum is running down my thighs right now and there’s nothing you can do except listen. He chose this. He chose me.”

You stay locked against her, hips pressed flush, cock still twitching and leaking the last of it while the mess spills onto the floor beneath her. The phone remains on speaker. Natasha’s silence or whatever reaction she is having sits on the open line as the two of you breathe hard in the quiet living room, the evidence of what just happened still warm and wet between your bodies.