Private Calls - Episode 3

Calls light up the studio board and Aurora Snow answers. She leans into the receiver, voice velvet over steel, and repeats what the caller wants. "She wants you on your knees," Aurora says, and Sandy drops without hesitation. Her lips part around the caller’s imagined cock; her tongue works slow circles at the crown before she takes him deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva shining on her chin. Aurora watches, fingers sliding under her own silk hem, tracing slow strokes over slick folds. "Slower," Aurora instructs, and Sandy obeys, dragging her tongue from base to tip until the caller groans through the line. Aurora tilts the phone closer so the wet sounds travel. Sandy’s throat flutters around him, a soft gag, then she swallows harder, spit dripping onto her breasts. Aurora’s own climax builds quick and sharp; she bites her lip, breath catching, while Sandy keeps working, eyes half-lidded, taking every filthy order without missing a beat.