You put on a brave face.

"Yeah.. sorry about.. that. The way i see it we should... get the other team to do..." you manage to regain a little control, despite Faye's evil intentions of gently thrusting her strap-on into you, rubbing the firm nub over your prostate every time and causing your cock to swell once more in her lubed yet iron grip.

You hands mindlessly wander between holding her thick thighs, to covering her own hands. Now and then you try to remove them from your cock while you talk but a sharp thrust from her hips is enough to stop you.

Several times you tried to stand up and get off from her tool but each time you were allowed to nearly slip it out before she tightened her grip around you and pulled you back down hard, causing you to stifle a deep groan each time.

You can hear Faye giggle quietly behind you, maybe she has another idea of how to **** you while your on the call?