"You'd do anything, huh, Heather?" I growled low, licking her clit in a slow, deliberate circle—tongue pressing firm, feeling it throb under me as her body jerked.
"Ahh… Alex… please don't go…" she begged, losing to me completely, losing to the lust, losing to her body's needs—voice wrecked, hips bucking subtle into my mouth, pussy gushing fresh.
"Pick up the call, Heather," I commanded, spitting thick on her pussy like it wasn't wet enough already—watching it mix with her juices, dripping slow. "Put it on speaker and leave it on the side."
She obeyed now—like a good thick slut, no fight left. Still in that exposed position—legs wide, ass off the edge, pussy on full display—she reached shaky for the phone, accepted the call, put it on speaker, and dropped it right beside her head on the mattress, screen glowing "Son."
A young voice came from the phone—worried, innocent. "Hello, Mom?"
