Chapter 548: Hannah Was Caught Watching Porn

Hannah’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. "I... I-I’m not!" But her fingers twitched, betraying her, and the camera caught the way her thighs pressed together, like she was trying to stifle the ache between them. "You’re disgusting!" she hissed, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes dark with something far more primal than anger.

I groaned, my hands gripping Julie’s waist as I looked straight at Hannah. "Hannah..." My voice was rough, strained. "I’m sorry—fuck—your mom’s ass just feels too good—" Julie’s ass clenched around me, and I thrust up, burying myself to the hilt. "I can’t—fuck—I can’t stop—!"

Hannah’s face twisted, her jealousy boiling over. "You promised me!" Her voice broke, her fingers now frantically rubbing between her legs, her panties discarded somewhere off-screen. "You said I was next—!" Her eyes burned into the screen, watching as Julie’s ass swallowed me again and again. "You’re supposed to be mine!"

Julie’s laughter was dark, triumphant, even as her body trembled with the force of my thrusts. "Promises, promises, darling..." She reached back, spreading herself wider for the camera, giving Hannah an unobstructed view of her ass taking every inch.

"But right now?" Another slow, deliberate grind. "He’s filling me up..." She moaned, her voice breaking as I bottomed out inside her. "And you’re just... watching."

Hannah’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. "I hate you," she whimpered, but her eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers moving faster between her legs.

"Both of you—fuck—!" Her voice cracked, her own climax building as she chased it, her jealousy fueling her arousal. "You’re ruining him—!"

"Am I?" Julie taunted, her voice breathless as she rode me harder, her ass slapping against my lap. "Or am I just showing you what you can’t handle?" She let out a broken moan as I thrust up, my cock pounding into her. "You’d cry if he fucked you like this."

"I wouldn’t!" Hannah snapped, but her voice was shaky, her body trembling as she watched. "I.... I could take it better than you—!"

Julie’s laugh was dark, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "Prove it, then," she challenged, her voice a purr. "But right now?" She moaned as I slammed into her, her ass clenching around me. "You’re just... watching your mom get fucked."

Hannah’s breath hitched, her fingers moving frantically as she chased her own release. "I hate you," she whispered again, but her voice was lost, her eyes glazed with lust. "I hate you—!"

And then Julie’s orgasm crashed over her, her body seizing as she came with a broken cry, her ass milking my cock as her pussy gushed, soaking the seat beneath her. "HANNAH—!" Her voice was raw, desperate. "Watch me own him—!"

Hannah’s climax tore through her, her body shuddering violently as she came, her fingers buried between her legs, her eyes locked onto the screen—onto us. "I hate you," she gasped, her voice broken, her jealousy raw and trembling. "But next time..." Her gaze burned into the camera, her voice a dark, breathless promise. "Next time, I’m taking him first."

Then—

A voice.

Not ours.

"Hannah...?"

A beat of dead silence.

Hannah’s face paled, her eyes widening in horror. "What—?" She fumbled with the phone, her fingers slipping in her own arousal. "What the fuck—?"

"Hannah..." The voice came again, clearer now, curious. "What’s that sound? Are you okay?"

Haruna.

Julie froze mid-motion, her ass still impaled on my cock, her breath catching in her throat. "H-Hannah..." Her voice was a whisper, but it carried—raw, panicked. "Tell me you didn’t—"

Hannah’s face twisted in panic. "Fuck—FUCK—!" She scrambled, knocking something over—a glass—the sound of it shattering against the floor.

"I—I forgot—!" Her voice was a frantic whisper, her eyes darting between us and the screen.

"I’m at Haruna’s place—!" Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she grabbed the phone, her thumb fumbling over the screen. "The call was on speaker—!"

Julie’s body tensed around me, her ass clenching instinctively. "Hannah, you stupid—!" She cut herself off, her face draining of color as the reality sank in.

"Oh God—" Her voice was a whimper, her hips twitching involuntarily, my cock still buried deep inside her. "She heard—"

Haruna’s voice came again, closer now, like she was leaning toward the phone. "Hannah? Who are you talking to?" A pause. Then, softer—dangerously curious. "...Is that moaning I hear?"

Hannah’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her fingers trembling as she clutched the phone. "N-No! I—I was just—" She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the camera and the door, her voice cracking under the weight of her lies. "W-Watching something! A—a movie!"

A beat of heavy silence.

Then—

"A movie?" Haruna’s voice dripped with skepticism, her tone laced with amusement. "What kind of movie makes you sound like that, Hannah? The kind where they moan like sluts?" A pause, the sound of Haruna’s footsteps drawing closer. "Or the kind where they beg for cock like whores?"

Hannah’s face burned crimson, her thighs pressing together as if she could stifle the ache between them. "N-No! It’s just—some funny video!" She fumbled with the phone, her fingers slipping on the screen, her breath hitching as Julie’s moans spilled through the speakers—raw, unfiltered, obscene.

Haruna’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and teasing. "Hannah, don’t tell me you’re watching porn in my washroom..." The doorknob rattled, the sound sending a jolt of panic through Hannah. "Because if you are, baby..." Haruna’s voice dropped to a purr, "I want to watch too."

Hannah’s breath hitched, her fingers flying as she yanked her panties up, her skirt down, her body trembling with shame and arousal. "What do I do now—?" She whipped her head toward the camera, her eyes wild, desperate, her voice a whisper. "She’s right there—!"

I chuckled, my hands still gripping Julie’s hips, my cock buried deep inside her tight, stretching asshole. "Just show her." My voice was a growl, dark and commanding.

"Show Haruna your phone." I rolled my hips, making Julie gasp, her ass clenching around me, her pussy dripping onto the seat beneath her. "She won’t know it’s me and Julie." Another slow, deliberate thrust. "She can’t see our faces."

I leaned in, my lips brushing Julie’s ear as I spoke, my voice a filthy whisper. "Don’t you think it would be hot..." My fingers dug into Julie’s flesh, my cock pounding into her harder, making her whimper. "To let Haruna watch... and think it’s just some dirty porn?"