"What did I tell you? Holy shit, bro. You're not listening."
Billie hung up the call and did a double take on her surroundings. She jogged through an intersection and felt the phone start to vibrate. An audible sigh pushed against her mask and she held up the device.
"What?"
She shook her head and side stepped a homeless fellow before she tripped. Even at night she didn't remove her shades in fear of being noticed, but she bumped them down just over her nose.
"You tried to get me pregnant. I can't have that bullshit, man."
A dismissive hand wave followed.
"All I hear is blah blah."
Billie held her phone out for a picture. A thick, long cock ran the length of her screen and she huffed.
"You are really dumb. You broke the rules."
She strolled down another street and drifted off into a residential area. She smiled at the thought of hanging up on him for the upteenth time in an hour. Felt good.
A car passed her and she swiftly ducked away into the bushes and scaled a chain link fence. After silently wrapping around the house, she dropped a small ladder into the concrete enclosed well that encased the egress window. With a calm open, the creaks were minimal and she stepped through into the basement. Perfectly executed as always. Her parents have never caught her.
She plopped on the couch and pulled up Brian's huge meat and then sent a text.
"Nice dick."
No response.
"You're mad, but you want me sucking it."
The mask was peeled away and she brought together her massively plump smackers with a dark maroon tint. Those lips brought people to their knees. After a bright flash, the gloss shined beautifully in her picture. It was sent and she waited. Minutes went by in darkness.
"Show me more."
Billie read it and scoffed. "Demanding but not giving back. Sounds like you."
A skyscraper of perfectly angled dick appeared, covered in lube; excessively slathered.
"How are you so excited knowing you'll never fuck me again?"
The return message was swift.
"You need this dick."
Billie stifled a laugh and tapped fast. "I can get two different dicks every day of the week, dude."
A frothy bubble mixture escaped her lips and her tongue spewed out, the tip past her chin. Eyes rolled into the back of her head and she snapped a photo of her mouth fully agape.
"Only one of me and you fucked that up."
"Oh god."
She knew he would crumble.
"Jerkin' it for me?"
"Yes, but she keeps interrupting me."
"Oh, poor me can't beat off to the eighteen year old I've been fucking behind my wife's back."
With a few flips through her albums, she grinned and sent it. The meanest, blackest schlong ate up most of the image with Billie's fat, juicy lips pursed around a hefty few inches. The drool was perfect in high resolution and clung desperately to her chin.
"That's where you're at. Stroking yourself to me blowing other dudes. How the mighty have fallen."
"Bitch."
"I love it when you're jelly. My panties are drenched knowing you're pissed."
"What is wrong with you?"
Billie started to ascend the stairs gently and tried not to wake the family. Someone was at the fridge and she stopped.
"Told her I was watching porn."
"How dare you compare me to that," she tapped out, half-joking.
She heard them step out of the kitchen and leaned against the fridge. Lights were dim but the coast seemed clear.
"Goodnight, babe," Brian said.
He saw a smile in his peripheral and nearly had a heart attack. His foot slammed into the coffee table and he covered himself. Billie shook her head and drifted back towards the basement.
"You okay?"
They both heard it and planned for his wife to open the door at any second.
"I'm good. I'm good," he shouted back.
His head snapped back and Billie stepped in.
"What the fuck are you doing here!" He pointed aggressively towards the bedroom and grit his teeth at her.
Billie held up a middle finger and grabbed her phone.
"We know she'll come out another five times before bed."
Brian stood up and pointed towards the basement. His phone lit up.
"Sit your dumbass down."
He read it and after a moment, considered his situation and had a seat.
Billie stepped into the living room and dodged a creaking floorboard. Brian held up his hand in protest and shook his head.
"What's wrong?" She whispered.
He ordered her to shush and her foot pressed into the noisy floor.
"Fuckin' quit."
Atleast, that's what she thought she gleaned from his lips.
Billie opened the phone and he waited for the text message but it never came. The smart TV flashed on and she appeared before his eyes, sandwiched between two stocky men. He quickly scrambled for the remote and panicked as she exaggerated her motion and jabbed the play button.
The room exploded with a barrage of moans, heavy gurgles and flesh on flesh claps. It was obnoxiously loud and Billie slithered back towards the fridge. He heard a rumble and pushed in between the couch cushions to find it but it was too late and she was there, tying her robe in anger.