Marilyn's POV
I gazed up at the night sky, the quiet of the night punctuated by the low hum of passing planes. Amidst this serenity, an untimely phone call shattered the silence. I raised my eyes to the source of the sound, my unfocused gaze struggling to adjust. It was Lynn's phone, ringing incessantly.
Despite the blaring ringtone, Lynn seemed oblivious, his face still buried in my chest as he continued to lick and savor my breast, lost in his own world. I reached for the persistently ringing phone, but Lynn bit down on my nipple, prompting me to grip his head, ensuring he didn't bite too hard.
I picked up the phone to see who was calling. "Um… Sweetie, it's Karl calling for you…"
Lynn clearly had no intention of answering. But with a slip of my finger, the call connected, the phone pressed close to his ear.
I relished the idea of watching him struggle to maintain a coherent conversation while being tormented, so I whispered, "You moaned so loudly… it might have been heard…"
