The Will: Part Two

Aaliyah’s tongue works slow between Tiffany’s thighs, dragging through slick heat. Tiffany leans back against the silk sheets, legs spread wider. "He lasted longer than I thought," she says, voice thick. "Two months of me riding him stupid. Then his heart gave out mid-fuck. Best thing that ever happened to me." Aaliyah’s fingers press deeper while her mouth stays busy. She knows the phone tucked under the pillow is catching every word, every wet sound. Tiffany moans and pulls her closer, grinding against her face like she owns it. She does, for now. "Your dad left everything to me," Tiffany purrs. "You get nothing unless you keep that pretty mouth working." Aaliyah answers by sucking harder, tongue flicking fast where it counts. Tiffany arches, gasps, then laughs low. "Good girl. You’ll stay my little secret toy until I’m bored." The tape keeps rolling. Aaliyah smiles against wet skin and keeps licking like her life depends on it. It does. One last climax out of Tiffany and she’ll have everything she needs to take it all back.