Hold The Phone Chatty Cathy

Gizelle lounges on the bed, calm and aching for Jayden. The door opens. Jayden Cole steps inside full of talk, ready to dump every piece of gossip she gathered since morning. Jayden barely sheds her clothes before words start spilling. She perches on the edge of the bed, gesturing with both hands, voice alive with fresh drama. Gizelle answers each wild story with a slow hand sliding up Jayden’s bare thigh. Lips press the curve of Jayden’s ear, warm breath promising something far sweeter than office dirt. Jayden pauses, throat tightening, but the phone rings before another breath. A friend on speaker rattles new hearsay. Gizelle presses closer, mouth on Jayden’s neck, teeth grazing skin just enough to hurt. Fingers curl under lace, tease slick heat, push deeper. Jayden swallows hard, answers questions while Gizelle’s tongue circles her clit. Her hips roll into that mouth. The friend notices the quick silence, asks if everything is alright. Jayden claims she dropped something, voice cracking when Gizelle slips two fingers inside her and curls them right. Sweat beads on Jayden’s stomach. She clutches the phone with one shaking hand, knuckles white. Gizelle sucks harder, thrusts faster. The wet sounds grow louder. Jayden covers the receiver, bites her lip bloody to muffle moans. The voice on the line grows suspicious, begins asking pointed questions. Gizelle rises on her knees, grabs Jayden’s hair, pulls her down to lick and suck at once. She forces Jayden to decide. Jayden hangs up mid-sentence.