Hannah’s eyes flashed with something dark—mischief, lust, defiance. She bit her lip, her gaze locking onto the camera, her voice trembling with arousal. "I would do it..." Her fingers traced the edge of the phone, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. "But you have to promise me something first, Jack."
I raised an eyebrow, my grip on Julie tightening as I slammed into her, making her cry out, her ass squeezing me tight. "Oh?" My voice was a growl, my cock throbbing inside her. "What’s your price, baby?"
Hannah’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes burning into the camera. "Fuck me in front of Mom." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "Let her watch while I ride your cock..." A slow, deliberate pause.
"Let her hear me scream while you destroy my tight little asshole." Her voice was raw, filthy. "And Mom will only get to watch..." She leaned closer to the camera, her breath hot, her words a dark promise.
"You’ll be mine. Alone." Her fingers trailed down her body, slipping between her thighs. "No more sharing with Mommy."
Julie’s body tensed around me, her breath hitching, her face flushing with humiliation and rage. "You—" Her voice was shaking, betrayed.
"You little slut!" She glared at the screen, her nails digging into my skin. "You’re betraying your mother like this?!" Her voice cracked, her ass clenching around my cock as shame and arousal warred inside her.
"Aren’t you ashamed...?" A broken sound escaped her. "Asking me to watch while he fucks you...?" Her voice was raw, trembling. "Aren’t you too much of a whore even for him?"
I grinned, my fingers digging into Julie’s hips as I pounded into her harder, making her scream. "Fine." My voice was a growl, my cock throbbing inside her.
"But what if..." I leaned in, my lips brushing Julie’s ear, my voice a filthy taunt. "What if you need your mom’s help in the end?" I slammed into her, making her cry out, her ass squeezing me tight.
"What if you can’t satisfy me, baby?" My voice dropped to a whisper. "What if your little asshole isn’t enough?"
Hannah’s eyes flashed with arrogance, her fingers circling her clit through her panties. "That won’t happen." Her voice was cold, confident, filthy.
"I’ll make you cum instantly with my tight little asshole..." She smirked, her fingers rubbing faster. "Mom won’t even have a chance." Her breath hitched, her voice dropping to a moan. "I’ll milk your cock dry..." A slow, deliberate pause. "And you’ll beg me for more."
Haruna’s voice cut through the tension, sharp, impatient. "Hannah...?" The doorknob rattled again.
Hannah’s face twisted in panic. "I.... I-I’m opening it!" She slammed her thumb down, the screen going black—
But the call was still connected.
I looked at Julie, my finger pressing to my lips—shhh.
A smirk curled at the edge of my lips as I unleashed my Telekinesis. The camera angle tilted smoothly, the phone hovering just above
Julie’s stomach—positioned to give Haruna an unobstructed view. To sell the illusion further, I signaled SERA to hijack Hannah’s phone, locking the screen into full-screen mode. Haruna wouldn’t suspect a thing; to her, it would just look like a normal porn video.
Julie’s asshole stretched obscenely around my thick, veiny cock, glistening with lube and her own filthy arousal.
Julie’s pussy was gushing, her juices squirting with every deep, punishing thrust, her clit pulsing and swollen as her asshole stretched obscenely around my thick, veiny cock.
The leather seat beneath her was soaked, her body betraying her with every filthy sound—wet, sloppy, obscene—the kind of sounds that made it impossible to deny what was happening.
And from the other end of the call, we heard—
"Hannah..." Haruna’s voice was low, dangerous, darkly amused, like a predator toying with her prey. "Tell me seriously, you little slut..."
"What exactly were you watching? Because it sounds like someone’s getting their ass destroyed." Another pause, her voice dropping to a purr. "And judging by those moans... they’re loving every second of it."
Hannah’s voice stammered, her breath shaking, her fingers clutching the phone like a lifeline. "N-Nothing! I—I swear—!" She swallowed hard, her voice cracking under the weight of her lies. "It was just a comedy video! A funny one!"
Haruna scoffed, her tone dripping with skepticism, her laughter dark and knowing. "A comedy video..." A beat, the sound of rustling—clothes being moved, fabric shifting.
"With moans like that? Baby, I know what porn sounds like." Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and taunting. "And that? That’s the sound of a slut getting fucked hard."
"Haruna—!" Hannah’s voice spiked, panicked, her fingers trembling as she tried to snatch the phone back. "Don’t—! Stop—! Why are you taking my phone—?!"
"Hmph." Haruna’s voice was smug, knowing, unapologetic. "Because I want to see." The sound of her thumb swiping across the screen, unlocking it. "I want to see what kind of porn has my best friend so desperate she’s moaning in my bathroom."
A beat.
Then—
"Hannah..." Haruna’s voice dropped to a whisper, dark, hungry, like she was savoring every second of this.
"What. The. Fuck." A pause, the sound of her breath hitching, sharp, needy. "Is that a cock stretching some slut’s asshole...?" Another pause, her voice lower, filthier, dripping with lust. "Or..." A slow, deliberate pause. "Is it yours?"
Hannah’s breath caught, her fingers freezing mid-air, her body betraying her as her thighs pressed together, desperate to ease the ache between them.
"It’s not—!" Her voice was weak, unconvincing, her face burning with shame—but her body trembled, her nipples hard beneath her shirt, her panty-soaked thighs rubbing together in frantic, needy little motions.
And then—
I slammed my cock upward, hard, brutal, burying myself to the hilt inside Julie’s tight, stretching asshole.
"AAAAAAAAAAH FUCK—!" Julie’s scream tore through the air, her back arching, her pussy gushing as her ass milked my cock, her juices dripping down my balls, soaking the seat beneath her.
Haruna’s voice gasped, shocked, aroused. "Oh. My. God." A beat, her breath hitching. "Hannah... look at her pussy..." Her voice was husky, filthy, dripping with lust.
"It’s dripping..." Another pause, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Every time his cock pushes deep in her ass..." A slow, deliberate moan spilled from her lips. "She’s squirting like a whore."
Hannah’s face burned, her fingers clenching the phone, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Haruna—!"
"Hannah..." Haruna’s voice was soft, deadly, darkly intrigued, like she was peeling back Hannah’s secrets one by one. "You never told me..." A pause, the sound of her fingers sliding between her own legs, her breath quickening.