Hold The Phone: Family Call

Alison Rey's on the couch in the living room, book in hand. Phone rings. It's her sister, asking how Isabella Nice is handling her weekend visit. They're mid-conversation when the sister asks to talk to her stepdaughter. Alison says Isabella's in the kitchen grabbing a snack. That's bullshit. The girl is right there, stretched out between Alison's thighs, lapping at her clit like she's starving. Alison's trying to keep it together on the call while Isabella sucks and licks and flicks, dragging orgasm after quiet breath-stealing gasp out of her. Soon as she comes, she passes the phone like nothing happened, covering with a quick, “Hey, Bella just walked in.” Isabella takes the call, voice light. Alison grins, yanks down those panties, and buries her tongue in that wet cunt. Isabella's trying to keep talking until the edge hits; she can't fake it anymore, blurts a quick “bye” to her stepmom, drops the phone, and floods Alison's mouth two seconds later. They laugh, almost caught, kiss dirty, tongues colliding, already hungry again. The whole damn weekend is ahead, bodies ready, no fucking interest in playing it safe.