She found the voicemail — the one where she moaned his name and begged for more.
Now she stood over him in tight little shorts, threatening to send it to the girl he’s been texting.
But he didn’t flinch.
Instead, he smirked… and flipped the script.
“Let her hear how you moan,” he said. “Maybe then she’ll understand why I don’t text back.”
What started as blackmail turned into raw desire.
She sat on his lap, teasing him with every grind, every breatless whisper.
He stripped her down, made her beg, and fucked her until she moaned louder than in that voicemail.
Doggy, missionary, and finally… she took him in her mouth, swallowing every last drop.
She came to threaten him.
But left dripping, shaking, and silent — no longer in control.
