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She doesn’t make a single noise. “Shortie77,” I say this time, smirking a little. That’s her username in the app. Knowing she’s busted, she crawls out from under the bed. Her sweet little ass pops out, and she faces me, sitting on the floor with her head tucked to her chest.

The transformation was undeniable. By now, he was convinced that the app was a gift from God and genuinely legitimate. Eagerly, he retreated to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and opened the app, this time carefully rereading every detail. He discovered an "Accomplishments" tab that displayed the number of women who had become his followers. As he examined the follower details, he felt a throb of excitement. The app explained that each time he creampies a woman, the woman would feel an increasing urge to become his follower, ultimately leading to complete surrender after multiple encounters.

she whimpered, hips moving against his hand on their own. “That’s it,” he said, curling his fingers and rubbing that spot that made her knees weaken. “Ride my fingers like you rode your own last night. Let me hear those same sounds.” His thumb found her clit and pressed down in rough circles while he fucked her with his fingers. Jade’s hands gripped his shoulders for balance, nightgown bunched around her waist, one breast still exposed where he’d pulled the fabric aside. Every time he thrust his fingers deeper, she made a soft, desperate noise she couldn’t hold back.

Three dots started to float on the chatbox as he typed. Then it disappeared as he stopped typing. Oooh, that must mean he liked them. I giggled to myself, deciding to get even bolder. I reached out behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free, heavy and meaty. I made a soft face of ecstasy and took another selfie. I tousled my hair, groped one of my tits, two fingers flicking over the nips. I took another. Then another, with each different pose.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

I said, nodding to it on the seat between us. She eyed it curiously, unboxing it to reveal the purple vibrator. "App-controlled?" She asked as she ran her finger along its curve, and I nearly swerved when she licked her lips. "What's the plan, daddy?" I grinned, keeping my eyes on the road. "Let's keep it interesting. A bet. Silly one, to keep things light." She laughed, crossing her legs slightly. "I'm listening.", she said with her lower lip tucked between her teeth.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

Fuck. My fingers moved faster on my clit. This was exactly what I'd been looking for since I downloaded this app two weeks ago. Not another soft boy who wanted to "explore" and "communicate." I wanted someone who would grab me by the throat and fuck me like I was nothing but a warm hole. I was so sick of being Emma Sullivan, corporate lawyer, woman who had her shit together. I wanted to be a mindless fucktoy for a few hours. Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name.

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy