Teresa's POV "Hey honey, where are you?” was the first thing Clara said, making me take his cock deeper into my mouth. I tasted the salty, musky blend of my juices and his semen. I should have pulled away, but a part of me wanted him to endure the same torment he gave me earlier, how he had deliberately ravaged me knowing how hard it was to stifle my moan. “Oh, I went out to get something for my project. How are things with you?” His voice was calm, almost as though whatever shit I was doing to him meant nothing. My lips closed around him and I took him deeper, almost letting his length crash against the back of my throat. At that moment, his hand rested at the back of my head. “Okay babe, I miss you though, scratch that—I'm about to lose my mind. You're coming back when the weekend is over, right?” Her voice softened while my eyes locked on him, waiting for his reply. “I really can't say, babe. I still have so many tasks, but once I'm done I will definitely come to yo
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