“When are you coming home? Are you alright?” Samantha’s voice was filled with worry. I could hear her panicking, imagining how she was prancing around the room.
But that image died the second Remy shoved my entire c**k down her throat.
I looked down at the floor, my other hand still staying behind my back. She knew who i was talking to, she could at least have pretended to have a little decorum.
But I’d daydreamed about her dirty little mouth sucking me again and this… oh, f**k, nothing compared to this.
“Yeah.” I looked down at her. She was grinning with mh c**k in her mouth, her hand on my balls as if it was a threat daring me to pull her off. I wanted to pound my hips into her face, wipe off the smirk. But how long would I last? “I am.”
“Then come—”
There was shuffling in the
