Finger fucked

“Hi Tiffany, what's up with you? You okay?” Roman's worried voice asked, as soon as the call was answered.

Tiffany glanced at Brent, who was gently stroking her hair, while she laid on his laps, she smiled softly and looked away.

“Hi Rome, I'm good, You?”

“I'm fine. I was worried about you the other night, I tried calling you but it wasn't going through. Hope things are cool?”

Tiffany's smile grew wider, which seemed to irritate Brent, as he stopped patting her hair and listened to their conversation.

“Awwn, you're such a worry-head. Anyways I'm okay, doing great, as always.” She laughed.

Roman seemed to laugh too, “Is Brent there?”

“Uhhhm…” Tiffany glanced at him, waiting for a no or yes. He nods and grabs the phone from her hands.

“When did you become so caring to even ask about me?”

“Ohh common Brent, you've been extremely different these few days. But, hey, that's not why I asked about you.”

Tiffany couldn't the laugh that was etched on her lips although the time Brent and Roman