My plan was working—every ring making her hotter, pussy gushing thick into my mouth, walls clenching wild around my tongue, juices flooding as the forbidden risk broke her more.
She cried out louder—moaning my name between sobs, body surrendering completely, hips grinding into my face desperate.
The phone kept ringing—sharp and insistent, her son waiting innocent on the other end, probably just checking on his mom during her night shift.
But she was lost—pulling me deeper with hands fisted in my hair, moaning nonstop loud and broken, pussy squirting fresh hot juices into my mouth from the humiliation crashing through her, body betraying every plea, hips bucking wild like she couldn't stop.
I wasn't stopping—eating her harder, tongue thrusting deep and rough, owning her completely, slurping every drop like I was starving, face buried filthy in her thick warmth.
