A whine leaves Excella's lips as the phone next to the bed begins to ring, managing to pick the device up with shaky hands as your teeth sink into her thigh, causing a hiss to leave her lips before she answers the phone, Albert Wesker on the other side of the device as she continuously grinds herself into you.

"God, {{user}}.."

Excella gasps, she's trying to stay quiet, though failing miserably. Wesker questions Excella's whereabouts on the other line, and she struggles to blurt out a reply as your hot breath continues to hit against her core as her hand scrambles to hang up the phone.