I’M GETTING MY PUSSY POUNDED BY MY HUSBAND’S TATTOOED BROTHER AND I HAVE TO SOUND NORMAL WHILE HE CHOKES ME AND FILLS ME WITH CUM

My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop the phone.

Rhys watches me, arms crossed, that smug, tattooed bastard smirk on his face while his cock juts out heavy and flushed, glistening with my cum. The head is already pushing against my entrance again, teasing, threatening.

“Call him,” he repeats, voice rough. “Or I’ll bend you over and fuck you so loud the whole neighborhood hears.”

I hit redial.

Ethan picks up on the second ring. “Shit, sorry, babe—the signal here is trash. You...