As they worshipped my body—licking top to bottom, biting my nipples then soothing them with slow, wet circles—Tiffany's phone buzzed on the side table.
"Who's calling at this time?" she muttered, irritated, standing up naked, tits jiggling as she reached for it.
"Who is it?" I called, still guiding Brittany's head to my nipple while she bit rough—sharp enough to make me groan. "Ahh… bad girl," I rasped, hand sliding to her throat, squeezing light. She smiled sluttily, eyes sparkling, loving the control.
"It's Lily," Tiffany said, glancing at the screen. She knew it could be about tonight's trip.
"Answer it," I said, voice low. "Must be important."
Brittany didn't stop—stroking my cock slow and firm, thumb rubbing the head with perfect pressure, trying to get it fully hard again while her teeth grazed my nipple.
Tiffany answered. "Hey, Lily… what's up?"
She listened, nodding. "Uh-huh… okay, I'll tell him. Thanks."
