Rohit froze mid-thrust, breathing heavily. His thick cock was still buried between Sheela's soft, warm tits, the swollen head resting inside her eager mouth.
Just as the pressure was building toward its peak, his phone started ringing loudly in his pocket. Arya's name flashed on the screen.
A sharp wave of conflict hit him. Ignoring her right now could backfire badly… but stopping this?
Before he could decide, Sheela grew impatient. She looked up at him with lust-filled, irritated eyes and suddenly sucked him harder, hollowing her cheeks and squeezing her breasts tighter around his shaft. Her deliberate moans vibrated around his cock.
The wet heat, the tight pressure of her tits, and the way her throat constricted around him nearly broke his control.
She tried to push even deeper and gagged loudly when she hit her limit.
That desperate, choking sound completely snapped something inside him.
"Damn, you greedy bitch… you want it that bad, huh?" he growled.
