The call came at the worst possible moment.

We were in the living room, the three of us tangled on the large sectional couch, towels long discarded, bodies still damp from the pool. Marcus was behind me, his thick cock buried deep in my pussy, thrusting in slow, deep strokes that made my breasts bounce against Lila’s chest. Lila was in front of me, her legs spread wide, my mouth buried between her thighs, my tongue sliding through her wet folds as she rocked against my face. The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex — my muffled moans vibrating against Lila’s pussy, the slick slap of Marcus’s...