Hold The Phone: Dirty Talk

Anastasia Knight's car cuts down the highway as she dials Georgia Jones. At the office Georgia just got handed her secretary's panties. Natasha Nice stripped them off and passed them over like a love letter. Georgia presses them to her nose. That sweet scent fills her head and makes her grin. Natasha peels off her top and shakes her heavy tits while Anastasia, clueless, slips into phone sex. She paints every filthy picture she wants to paint on Georgia's skin. On the other end Natasha sinks to her knees and parts Georgia's legs, fingers working slick heat. A call flashes on Anastasia's line. Georgia kills the connection, yanks Natasha close, tongue deep. They never hear the footsteps until the door slams. Anastasia stands there breathing fire. Georgia tries the first lie that comes and Anastasia cuts it dead. She looks Natasha over, that body made to sin, then snaps the only truth that matters: she can't believe Georgia went for a rack like that and didn't call her in. Georgia's fear cracks into relief. Anastasia wants in. Sharing's always been their thing.