Jennifer burst into laughter, the sound sharp and mocking as she slapped Kate's tit, the smack echoing through the room. "Oh my god," she gasped, her voice thick with amusement.
"He came… just from listening to you lie to him…" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kate's ear as she whispered, "And you didn't even touch him…"
Kate's face burned with shame, but her pussy pulsed around my cock, her body craving more despite the humiliation. She could picture Barry—his pale, sweaty face, his shaking hands, his pathetic, spent cock—and it only made her hotter.
Barry's voice was weak, satisfied in the worst way as he mumbled, "Kate… you should enjoy… I'll… talk to you later…" And with that, the line went dead.
The silence that followed Barry's pathetic climax was deafening, thick with the weight of humiliation and arousal.
