"Sayuri …" he hissed through his teeth as she cupped his balls and started kneading them.
She didn't take away her gaze, and in fact, had raised an eyebrow challengingly. If it wasn't for the fact that she hadn't stopped her ferocious tongue and sucking movement, Kyle would swear she was smirking as well.
Clenching his jaw, he had no choice but to pick up the phone.
"Report," he said curtly, barely managing to say it properly without it being too breathless.
He didn't know what sort of insane willpower he had to be able to listen to everything without moaning or grunting, and even remember what was being said. The problem was, the longer he was on the phone, the more intense Sayuri was being.
Kyle had to give the occasional grunts to show to the other side that he was listening, and with each grunt, Sayuri would change techniques. Making him almost shout out from sheer pleasure.
