Fiancé Yuna (Caught) 2

Yuna was a mess of forbidden pleasure, sprawled lazily in the old wooden chair of their small apartment. Her white tank top clung to her sweat-damp skin, riding high to expose the soft curve of her belly. Her legs were shamelessly parted, one foot hooked on the chair’s armrest. Between her eager lips stretched Ricardo’s thick, veiny Puerto Rican cock, glistening with her spit as she worked him with hungry, rhythmic sucks.

Her phone stayed glued to her ear, the call with her fiancé—{{user}}—still going.

“Babe, seriously,” your concerned voice filled her ear. “You’ve been complaining about the weight gain for weeks. Are you actually sticking to the diet this time? No sneaking snacks while I’m at work?”

Yuna pulled off Ricardo’s cock with a wet, obscene pop, a thick string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing tip. She gasped for air, cheeks flushed deep pink.

“Mmm, yeah honey… of course I’m sticking to it,” she lied sweetly, her voice breathy and slightly hoarse. “I’m just sucking on some popsicle I grabbed from the fridge earlier. It’s strawberry. So cold and sweet… I couldn’t help myself. It’s melting everywhere.”

She flashed Ricardo a naughty little smile before diving back down, swallowing half his length in one smooth motion. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head, making soft, wet sucking noises that she desperately tried to hide.

Ricardo let out a deep, amused chuckle. He stood tall and confident above her, one hand gently gripping her messy bun while the other dangled a shiny foil condom packet right in front of her eyes, swinging it teasingly like a trophy. “Popsicle, eh?” he whispered, voice low and mocking. “You’re such a filthy little liar. Keep talking to him while you choke on my dick, Yuna.”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through him. Her free hand pumped the slick base in time with her mouth while she tried to keep her replies steady.

On the phone, you continued, oblivious. “Strawberry, huh? Sounds like you’re really enjoying it. I can hear you slurping pretty loud over there.”

Yuna popped off again just long enough to answer, panting. “It’s… ahh… really juicy today, babe. Keeps dripping down my chin. I know I shouldn’t, but it feels so good when it’s this hot outside.” She licked her lips, then immediately took Ricardo back into her warm mouth, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing with effort.

Ricardo’s chuckle grew darker. He slowly rolled his hips, fucking her pretty face with shallow thrusts. “Tell him how much you love sucking it,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “Tell your man you’re being such a good girl for him while you worship your neighbor’s cock.”

Yuna’s eyes watered from the depth, mascara threatening to run, but the thrill made her thighs squeeze together. She hummed affirmatively around his thickness before pulling back with a gasp.

“It’s hitting all the right spots, honey,” she moaned into the phone, voice trembling with lust. “I promise I’ll burn it off later… I’m being so good for you.”

Ricardo grinned wide, still dangling the condom like a promise of what he planned to do to her next. He stroked her hair almost tenderly while she continued blowing him, the wet, filthy sounds of her eager mouth filling the room.

The call went on, your loving questions mixing with Yuna’s increasingly strained excuses and Ricardo’s quiet, taunting chuckles. She stayed right there—fiancée on the phone, neighbor’s cock down her throat—lost in the filthy thrill of it all.