Ivy gasped. “What are you doing?” “Hello, Edward.” There was a silent pause before he sighed and said, “I want to talk to Ivy.” I looked at the woman in question. Ivy’s mouth was wide open, appalled, aghast. She wasn’t pissed yet, and I was sure she was on the verge of coming. I withdrew and thrust deep. Her “Ung” was loud. “Hear that?” I taunted. “I’m buried deep inside her. I’m going to fuck her hard. So, no, she can’t come to the phone.”
It’s giving “Ain’t Missing You” by Dylan Schneider
