"Oh yeah?" Saki's voice came through the speaker, low and deliberately filthy. "You think you're the only one who can put on a show, you arrogant bitch?"
She reached down with two fingers and spread her pussy lips wide open, showing the pink, wet interior to both of us. Then she started rubbing her swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles, the soft, wet sounds of her fingers moving over her folds clearly audible through the call.
"Look at this, Jack… look at the pussy that made you cum so hard earlier today… the same pussy that milked every thick drop out of you while my husband was right outside the door…"
Fumi kept bouncing on my cock, the wet schlck-schlck of her cum-filled asshole sliding up and down my cock growing louder, but her eyes narrowed at the screen.
Saki only smiled wider and rubbed herself faster, her voice pure mocking heat.
