"Asha… why don't you FaceTime your father and hand the phone to your mother?" I said as I looked at Asha.
I knew she would obey my every command. I had claimed her fully. My voice stayed calm and certain while I kept Maya's legs spread wide, face still close to the warm, wet scent of her mother's pussy.
The pregnant daughter stood nearby in only her T-shirt and damp panties, waiting for the order she already knew she would follow.
Soft footsteps crossed the clean apartment floor. The pregnant daughter unlocked the device, found the contact, and started the FaceTime call before placing the phone carefully into her mother's waiting hand.
Maya stayed exactly as I had positioned her, legs folded back toward her chest, thick thighs spread wide, soft white panties still covering her plump pussy while I knelt between them.
After a few rings, her husband answered the FaceTime.
