Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation
I skipped the shirt and pulled on a piece of black lace I’d initially bought for his homecoming which was supposed to be in about two days from now.
I stood in front of the mirror, arched my back, my boobs and lacy thongs on display, and took a photo. My breasts were pushed up, the lace straining against my nipples, my face half-hidden by my phone, but my identity was unmistakable. It was raw, suggestive, and exactly what Max liked.
I opened my Snapchat, tapped on the gallery icon to choose the existing photo on my camera roll, tapped the send icon, selected Max and hit send.