I went harder. My hips slammed against Carrie's ass with loud, wet slaps that echoed in the small motel room. The desk creaked violently under the force of my thrusts.
"Evan," I said casually, my voice steady even as I pounded into her. "Your favorite buddy. Fucking your mommy's pussy, Tom."
"Evan…" Tom's voice cracked on the other end.
"How's prison?" I asked, my tone mocking as I kept fucking Carrie harder. "You jerking off imagining your step-mother, Tommy?"
Tom sounded shaken. "No… Evan…"
I grabbed Carrie by the hair and pushed her head down onto the table. Her cheek pressed against the wood as I went faster, my cock slamming into her soaked pussy with brutal, deep strokes. A dark smile spread across my face.
"Describe what I'm doing to this pussy, you slut," I said.
Carrie bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet. "No… I can't…"
Can't, huh?
I stopped thrusting completely and started pulling out. "You're boring."
