Twisted Cravings
I described how I would wrap my lips around his cock, how wet I already was, how badly I wanted him to fuck me against the wall.
Ryan: Send me a picture, baby. Just a little one. I need to see you.
I hesitated only a second before taking a risky shot..my tank top pulled up, fingers pinching one dark nipple, my face out of frame. I sent it.
Ryan: Holy shit, Ella. You’re perfect. Look what you did to me.
He sent a photo back: the massive bulge straining against his grey boxers, a small wet spot already forming at the tip. My mouth watered.