Private Calls - Episode 9

Aurora Snow and her girls have no limits. A caller’s on the line, listening, while Aurora stretches out across the couch and pulls another woman’s mouth to her breast. They move slow at first—wet tongues tracing circles, fingers sliding between slick folds. Someone moans right into the phone. Then the pace shifts. Hands grip harder. Tongues press deeper. Aurora spreads wide so her friend can lap at her clit while another set of lips works the caller’s own imagination into a frenzy. The room fills with the soft sounds of suction and skin, until the caller grunts on the other end and spills, breathless, spent, satisfied.