Hold The Phone: Family Call

Alison Rey sprawls across the living room couch, book open in her lap, when the phone rings. Her sister's voice comes through crisp and cheerful, asking after Isabella Nice. The two chat about weekend plans, laughter easy, until Isabella's stepmother requests to speak with her. Alison's reply is smooth: Isabella's in the kitchen, grabbing something quick. Yet the only thing Isabella Nice is tasting is Alison's cunt, her tongue moving in slow, hungry strokes as Alison keeps talking. Every sentence rides on a held breath. When the first wave hits, Alison's thighs tighten around her and she still manages to say Isabella has just walked back in. She hands the phone over, already sliding off the couch. Down go Isabella's panties. Alison's mouth claims her, steady and relentless, until Isabella's voice falters mid-sentence. A quick goodbye to her stepmother, then the phone hits the floor and her orgasm rolls through in silence. They break into low, wicked laughter. "Careful," Alison murmurs, but neither seems interested in stopping. Their kiss deepens, tongues urgent, and Alison presses Isabella back into the cushions. They kiss like they own the whole weekend and plan to spend every inch of it on each other.