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Samantha’s POV
Miggy ignored his phone and started to rub his shaft on my wet pussy but it kept ringing loudly. He groaned, which at least let me know that he was disappointed at the phone ringing too, and reluctantly got up to answer it.
“Hello?” there was a pause for a few seconds and then he said, “Fine, I’m coming.” He scratched the back of his neck frustratingly and hung up.
I frowned and immediately sat up when I saw him put on his boxers followed by his pants. “Miggy…”
“I’m sorry, babe,” he said, looking at me apologetically. “It was mom and she said there’s something important she has to tell me.”
“Again?” I blurted out. “Don’t tell me you’re going to leave me!”
He nodded as he put on his shirt and raked his hand over his hair trying to look like he didn’t just get up from my pussy.