She nodded at my phone. "I want you in me while you talk to her."
That made little sense. "Wha?"
"While you're on the phone with your wife," she explained patiently, "I want you to be fucking me."
"Huh."
"Right. It's just this fantasy I've had, is all." Her voice went low and soft, the bed creaking a tad as her knees hit it. "We've had so much fun tonight, hmm?" She was on her hands and knees now, her back arched, letting me see her young curves. A hand reached to my belly button, started downward... "It's just a little favor."
She was dripping again, losing herself in that slack-jawed way she had, staring at me. So I got another erection, the initial stirrings giving way to full hardness in just a few seconds. With her, it was always like that. If she felt triumphant, she didn't show it; her fingers, then her palm, then her tongue, scraped along my sticky shaft, and by then the decision was made.
I reached over to tap at her hip, telling her to move where I wanted her. The mirrored door of her closet, I felt, would do nicely. She stayed on hands and knees as I got her into position, one-handed, my phone ready to hit the "send" button for Kelsey.
The room was still dimly lit by the streetlamp outside, and in the closet door Emma stared at herself, on hands and knees, waiting for me to enter her. I studied her for a moment, struck as always by her sheer raw sexiness. She rested her elbows on the bed, her eyes penetrating the mirror; I could see her sinewy back, her wide hips, the twin hills of her ass, rising behind.
I positioned my knees alongside her calves on her crusty sheets. Her whole shitty apartment reeked of cum. She was panting already, her challenging eyes returning my gaze in the mirror, and my dick stood hard and ready. I didn't even need to reach down to guide it into her; I just grabbed her solid hips, took a breath, and pushed right in.
