We Should Fight More Often!

Eva Nyx is holed up in her room, pissed at Juan Loco and refusing to look at his face. Whole fight's his fault anyway. She sighs and mutters that the worst part about arguing with him is getting cut off from sex—she's horny as hell right now. Then her phone starts dinging nonstop. Texts from Juan, probably groveling. She shoots the screen an annoyed look and tells herself his apologies aren't cutting it. She tries to ignore it, but the constant dings keep coming until she grumbles that she's switching it to vibrate. Once she flips the setting, the phone buzzes steadily in her hand as Juan keeps spamming her. At least the noise stops. Still horny though. The vibrations against her palm give her a wicked little idea. She shoves her shorts and panties down, spreads her legs and presses the phone right against her bare pussy. The steady buzz works better than she expected, and she grinds against it, getting off on the odd little hack. The buzzing suddenly cuts out. Before she can react, Juan barges in, phone in hand, asking why she's ignoring him. Eva stares, stunned, then snaps that she's still mad. He begs—what does she want? She tells him if he finishes what the phone started, she might forget the fight. Juan doesn't need to be told twice. He dives in, fingers her dripping slit, sucks her natural tits, and finally slides his cock down her throat before pounding her until they're both spent and smiling again.