Collect Call

Sloan's world crumbles after her husband Eric lands in the state pen, betrayed by his own brother Hank who snitched for a sweet plea deal and walked free. When Hank shows up at her door, Sloan unleashes her fury, branding him a spineless traitor. Hank fires back, claiming he turned state's evidence for noble causes—to shield her now that Eric's locked away for years. He vows to stand by his brother's wife, offering gritty support in this shattered existence. Sloan spits on his excuses, her stomach churning with revulsion. But as she gears up to slam the door in his face, Hank drops the bomb: he's always burned for her, deep and dirty. Stunned, Sloan confesses the same forbidden hunger gnaws at her. Betraying Eric? It's pure sin, a razor-sharp wrong. Yet Hank's slick, relentless whispers erode her resistance, her body betraying her with slick heat. They dive into a frenzied fuck—raw thrusts, her nails raking his back—until Eric's collect call buzzes through. Sloan picks up, cooing false comfort to her imprisoned man while Hank drives deeper inside her, their illicit rhythm pulsing unchecked.