Beautiful, witty, and sensually sexy, Jadish Houston was in the middle of her work-out session when the phone rang.

She was naked.

Sprawled across her Queen-sized bed. Her legs spread-eagled, her huge breasts bounced progressively as she worked her hand and fingers all over her sweet-smelling nookie.

Ignore it! Ignore it!

Ring!

Gahdamn it, bitches. Hang up! This work out is feeling...so good!

Every time I try to spend some time with myself somebody got to knock on my door or ring the phone off the hook...

Ring!

Damn! Damn! Damn! Hang up! What do you want? It better be about something really important or I'm going to be one pissed bitch! I'm getting really tired of this!

If I'm not babying my husband I am babying my mother! I needed my space sometimes and every day I have to be Wonder Woman, turning in circles just to POW the bitches out of my face.

Hesitantly glancing at the caller I.D., she had to answer it because of the name that was flashing in her eyes.

Shit! Just her luck!

Indifferent, she snatched up the receiver, drenched with sweat. She tried to set her body on idle but her pussy wasn't having it.

Damn, I want to finish! "Hey, baby!" came the loud, annoying voice through the receiver that made her bottom lip twitch and her ears burn.

Jadish rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her level of pleasure. She gently stroked her kitty.

Meow, it told her. Arg! her fingers responded because she had to put everything on pause...

Maybe she called to wish me a happy birthday!

"Hey, Mama."

She could barely say the words. She felt so good. Her soul wanted to rejoice, but the feeling was cut short because her Mama was on the freaking phone.

Mama, nice time to call, when I'm getting me a quick one!

"How are you doing today, baby?" her mother asked.

I'm trying to do my pussy if you must know!

Pinching her clitoris, she was desperately trying to hold the phone to her ear with her shoulder.

Gasping for air, she slowly worked her fingers in and out of her wet flesh.

"Baby, are you there?" her mother asked.

Jadish was in another world, taking herself to extremely breathtaking dangerous heights.

Sensation whipping her into a maculation of emotions, she could hardly breathe. It was hot and sticky, even with the windows open and the rainy breeze sending chills up her spine.

"Jadish...I know she didn't put me on hold," her mother argued, sighing.

Jadish's TV volume set to "low," Jaheim, a famous R&B crooner, sung "Put your Woman First" from B.E.T.

This feels good! "I'm just spiffy."

A smoker's chuckle. "Good to hear it," her mother went on, coughing.

Remaining upset about the phone call, she closed her eyes, riding her fingers like a horse; which was a little difficult to do, but she was doing it and doing it well. She worked her hips.

A mild explosion started to crawl along her spine, making her legs shake uncontrollably.