She knew Jack was deliberately teasing her, but she couldn't risk fighting back—not with Powell on the line. So she endured every thrust, forcing herself to keep her voice steady as she chatted with Powell, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Emily, I miss you so much. Let me take a closer look at you." Powell, thinking of Emily's sexy body, became aroused and made a request.
"It's too... mmm... too late today, may... maybe next time. I'm really tired and need to sleep." Emily's voice trembled, her body limp from Jack's relentless rhythm, her grip on the phone faltering as she struggled to keep her composure.
When Powell wasn't paying attention, she sneakily glanced back at Jack, casting a resentful look, tightly clamping her legs together, worrying that Jack might accidentally penetrate her.
But the more she feared, the more her body betrayed her. Her hips arched back on their own, her folds growing slick and sensitive, soon glistening with arousal she couldn't control.
