Private Calls - Episode 12

The lines were open. Aurora sat back on the velvet couch, bare legs stretched long, one knee bent. Her nipples tightened under the sheer black top she hadn’t bothered to button. Beside her, two friends mirrored the same lazy hunger—Lila in red lace that barely covered her ass, and Mina completely naked except for the thin gold chain around her waist. Callers lit up the board. One after another, they told the girls exactly what they wanted: how they wanted Aurora to touch herself, how they wanted to watch Mina’s mouth between Lila’s thighs. Aurora pressed two fingers to her clit, circling slowly, listening. Every command became action. She spread wider so the camera caught every glistening fold, then slid two fingers inside and moaned low, the sound thickening as she obeyed. Lila crawled forward, tongue flicking Mina’s pierced nipple before sinking lower. She licked with long, slow strokes while Aurora narrated what she saw, voice husky. When a caller told Aurora to come on Mina’s face, she climbed over, thighs shaking, and rode the girl’s tongue until her thighs clenched and her breath broke. Wet sounds filled the studio. The chain around Mina’s waist caught the light each time she rocked up for more.