Call Waiting

In the dim kitchen glow, teen vixen Bianca (Jane Wilde) clutches her phone, breath hitching as boyfriend Ethan's filthy whispers pour through. She giggles sharp, gasping at his bold thrusts of dirty promises, loving the hunt, batting him away with coy taunts—'Stop it, you're wicked, I'm not even home!' He growls he doesn't give a damn, but she fires back he's just bluffing, cock-hard and desperate. 'Am I dripping too?' she echoes, smirking sly as she saunters to the shadowed living room, shimmying out her skirt to bare her skimpy thong hugging that pert, taut ass. She coos it's safe—the folks she's watching won't crash back for ages, she can scream her lungs out. 'Oh yeah? Bet I am!' she shoots at his unseen growl. She sprawls on the armchair, teasing the damp crotch of her panties, slackening the fabric. Fingers shove it aside, flashing her slick, aching slit. They dance above it, electric with need. Soft moans escape as she purrs, 'Yeah, ravage me everywhere, baby...' Panties hit the floor; she eases a digit inside with a sharp inhale, stroking her soaked folds while spewing raunchy pleas into the receiver. Heat builds to a fever pitch, her climax clawing close—then a shadow shifts, young stud Seth (Jessy Jones) stalks around the corner.