"What do you want me to tell him?" I said. I licked up the vein in his shaft, licked him from the base of his balls to the tip.

"Cat," he groaned.

"Do you want me to tell him his girlfriend's a whore?" I grabbed his shaft and squeezed it up and down in my palm. His precum dribbled down my fingers and helped me lather him up.

"No," he said.

"That I'm your whore?"

"No."

I was on all fours on the bed now. My ass was in the air, my breasts squeezed against the mattress. I looked up at him and I glared. "Are you ready?"

"Wait," he...