“Hi baby, how are you?” I answer, Cole’s face taking up my phone screen.
“Good, ready to be home. How are you?”
“Not bad, missing you.”
“I miss you too. Just a few more days to go now. This camp has been kicking my ass.”
I’m so caught up listening to Cole that I miss Foster’s hand sliding up my thighs. When I feel him tug on them to get me to open my legs, I look up from the phone. He gestures for me to be quiet and pushes on them again. I oblige and spread my legs, interested in seeing where this will go.
Foster throws my legs over his shoulder, and the first feel of his tongue on my pussy has me struggling to hide my excitement.
Cole pauses a story about some of his new teammates to take me in, “Are you okay there, Bumblebee?”
“I’m fine,” I answer, straining to keep my voice regular.
“Next week is Foster’s first coaching game. We all should go support him since he’s always supporting us,” Cole tells me.
“Yeah, Foster is exceptional,” I agree as the man himself looks up from between my legs and smiles.
Foster’s devilish tongue continues to massage my clit, working me up to a frenzy. I try my hardest to hear what Cole is saying, but my ears are buzzing, and my vision is blurring from my impending climax.
Just as I’m about to peak, Foster stops. I look down at him with narrowed eyes and his grins before sliding two fingers inside of me. I can’t contain the noises I make when they fill me up.
Cole pauses and looks at me again. I know my face is flushed, and my pupils are blown.
“Are you touching yourself?” He asks me, his voice low and husky.
“Uh…”
“Show me, I want to see,” he says.
I shrug and angle down the camera so he can see Foster’s head between my legs, then back again so I can see him.
Cole grins at me through the phone. “Naughty girl, does that feel good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good, now let me watch you as Foster makes you come,” and as soon as the words leave his mouth, my body tenses, my vision blacks out, and I detonate. When I come back to myself, I’ve dropped the phone, and Foster has emerged from between my thighs.
“Still there?” I ask as I grab my phone again.
Cole has set his phone down, and I can see him sitting on his hotel room bed with no shirt on, pants open, and his cock in his hand. He’s stroking himself slowly.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says to me, then he gets louder, “Foster, I want her to ride you, and I want to see her tits bouncing while she does.”
Foster gets right on Cole’s demand. He stretches out next to me on the bed. He takes the phone from me, laying it on his chest, and motions for me to climb aboard. I straddle his hips and lower myself down onto his cock. I slide down slowly, torturing us both.
There’s a loud groan when he’s inside me, and I’m not sure if it’s from Foster or Cole. I look down and see Cole stroking himself quicker now.
“Ride him,” he tells me, and I slide up and down on Foster’s cock as Cole strokes his. I match his pace as I feel Foster’s body stiffening underneath me.
“Touch yourself,” Cole demands and my fingers find my clit and rub. My tits are bouncing just like Cole wants as I grind down on Foster and my fingers.
Cole finishes first, and hearing his groans and watching the cum spurt on his abs has me finish right behind him. Foster ends the call and throws my phone on the other side of the bed before rolling me over and thrusting hard and fast into me to his orgasm.
“Well, that was fun,” Foster comments when his breathing returns to normal.
I huff a laugh, “Yeah,” then I cuddle up on his chest.
