Fumi then remembered something. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up at me, still pinned beneath my weight, her soft body sweaty and thoroughly used.
"What about that bitch Saki…? Is she also your woman…?"
I nodded, a low chuckle escaping me.
"You should thank Saki… she's the one who arranged for us to meet."
Fumi's expression darkened with pure, sharp jealousy. Even with my cock still resting heavily against her covered pussy and my cum slowly leaking from her gaping asshole, her voice turned cold and determined.
"That bitch… I will deal with her."
She stretched one arm toward the nightstand, grabbed her phone, and without even trying to push me off, unlocked it and started a video call to Saki.
The soft glow of the screen lit up her flushed face and still-heaving breasts while she waited for the call to connect.
